In the corridor, Song Jing chased after Qiao Zhengyu with two large knives, wanting to hack him to death.
Qiao Zhengyu was still wearing his underpants, and his entire body was covered in water. His feet were bare, and there were water stains all along the way. He was in an unusually sorry state, it was obvious that he had been frightened out of his wits when he was bathing.
Song Chen was at the door. If Ji Xing hadn't helped him up, he would have been knocked into by Qiao Zhengyu. It would be terrible if he had been knocked down.
"What are you doing?" Song Chen shouted angrily. He pointed his walking stick at the two people over there. One was chasing, and the other was escaping frantically.
The one who was chasing after him with a large knife even looked back. "Uncle Song, that bastard drugged Xinxin. I must kill him!"
Song Chen was stunned by Song Jing calling him Uncle Song. What Uncle Song? He was his father!
