Wu Qingshan struggled to sit up. He leaned against the wall, watching the backs of Ye Qingfeng and the other two as they left, especially that ethereal figure.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. The hatred in his heart had been completely ignited; he must kill Ye Qingfeng. He had never suffered such humiliation.
Never!
And that woman, he must have her as well, definitely!
The people of the Wu Family would arrive soon; grandpa must capture Ye Qingfeng, Wu Qingshan thought angrily, and just then, his phone rang. It was his grandfather, Wu Zhilin, calling.
"Grandpa, Ye Qingfeng injured all the people I brought. He has already left. When will our people arrive?" Wu Qingshan asked repeatedly, eager to catch Ye Qingfeng and trample him underfoot, mocking him relentlessly.
"Didn't I tell you not to rush against Ye Qingfeng? Wait until our forces are gathered!" Wu Zhilin's voice was somewhat angry.
