Su Weifeng had tampered with Qiao Yushan's phone so that when she sent a signal, he knew for sure something had happened to her.
This advanced device instantly located Qiao Yushan's position, even which room she was in.
Su Weifeng didn't call to ask about Qiao Yushan's situation, but instead drove over quickly.
Upon entering, he saw Qiao Yushan had slid under the chair.
He was instantly shocked and rushed to her side, immediately picking her up.
When he saw the two striking wounds on Qiao Yushan's left arm, with blood flowing freely, a surge of anger rose within Su Weifeng, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent in an instant.
"Who did this?"
Su Weifeng's voice was ice-cold, his gaze like that of a hungry wolf selecting its prey, sweeping over everyone.
Even as a billionaire CEO, Liu Donghai felt an inexplicable fear under Su Weifeng's gaze. Swallowing hard, he said in a parched voice, "It wasn't us, she did it to herself."
