On the third floor of Shengshi Court, the crowd was growing ever larger.
Everyone looked at Sun Zhe with pity, as if they could already see his tragic end.
"That kid is definitely going to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish tonight."
"Sigh, young people these days are so impulsive. He could have provoked anyone, but he just had to go after President Wang."
"Provoking President Wang is one thing, but this kid was reckless enough to lay hands on his wife!"
Sun Zhe paid no mind to the crowd's chatter, ignoring the burly middle-aged man before him. He turned to Zhu Yan, Ye Qiao, and the other women with a smile. "Stepmother, Qiaoqiao, Shiyan, you all should step back a bit."
Ye Qiao's face was etched with worry. She tugged at the corner of Sun Zhe's shirt and whispered, "Brother… this person looks like bad news. Are you sure you can handle him?"
Sun Zhe simply offered a serene smile and said nothing.
