Looking at his uncle's bloodthirsty and demonic expression, yingye Tong's mind went blank, and he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.
Her first reaction was to run, but she was no match for Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi pulled her back with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. He slammed her head against the wall and yelled, " "Speak! Who on earth told you that?"
'Bang-'
Yingye Tong's vision went dark, and after the intense pain, she felt something flowing down her brow and nose.
She only reacted when it fell on the ground.
It was blood.
She was dumbfounded, and all her cleverness and wishful thinking disappeared.
At this moment, she finally realized how terrifying her uncle was.
Jiang Qi took out her phone from her pocket and saw a row of spam messages.
He stared at the messages for a few seconds, then his eyes turned cold as he looked at Itoh Saka. master, she should be someone from the police. Should we do it? "
