Qian Jiang practiced martial arts. He was 1.88 meters tall, had a burly figure, and his slightly bulging muscles completely filled his suit.
With this punch, Song Jingren almost fell to the ground. Half of his face instantly went numb, his brain was buzzing, and his lips and gums were bleeding.
"Who the f*ck are you?!" Song Jingren was a man after all. He had been doing well all these years. Now that even his wife and daughters were present, he naturally felt embarrassed to be beaten up.
Qian Jiang was expressionless as he said with a deep voice, "You scared my family dog."
Song Jingren almost vomited blood. F*ck, am I inferior to a dog?
"Your dog bit someone, but you think that you're in the right?" Song Jingren hurriedly checked Jiang Fengya's bitten arm. Her sleeve was torn, and there was a ten-centimeter-long wound with beads of blood lining it. "Look at it yourself. Look at how badly that dog bit her."
