"Alright! Please rest assured, Mr. Jiang."
Lin Bingrui nodded at Jiang Chen, then turned to look at Qian Zhengkun; he didn't utter a single word, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He didn't even bother to glance at Qian Fucheng and Xu Ruozhe; they were beneath his personal attention.
"Pres, President Lin..."
Qian Zhengkun was petrified. Although Lin Bingrui didn't speak, his gaze was lethal!
In that moment, he realized he must make his stance clear to satisfy Lin Bingrui.
Thus, without further words, he looked at his still stunned son Qian Fucheng and, without hesitation, rushed over and viciously kicked him.
"Ah—" With a scream, Qian Fucheng was sent tumbling over.
Then, Qian Fucheng was yanked up by his father and received a fierce slap across his face.
Slap!
The crisp sound of the slap left Qian Fucheng's face blooming with red marks.
Thump!
Ker-thump!
