"You're Qin Yiyi, aren't you? You..."
Not far away, Qin Yiyi's faint voice rang out.
"You're here to ask for help, yet you're still acting so high and mighty here. Looks like you guys don't value your own son that much."
"What nonsense are you spouting? If you dare curse my son, I'll rip your mouth off!"
The ringtone of his cell phone suddenly sounded at this moment.
Looking at the caller ID, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. He picked up the call without thinking.
He only heard two sentences.
The middle-aged man's body swayed and he almost threw his cell phone out of his hand.
He hung up the phone and looked deeply at Qin Yiyi. He turned around and left without saying a word.
The middle-aged woman did not want to leave, but she was glared at by the man.
"Go."
His eyes were malicious, as if he wanted to eat her up.
