Just when Yin He thought he was going to die, the loud and sharp sound of brakes was heard. The car had already kissed the wheels of the wheelchair and stopped at the critical moment.
Yin He, who had just survived the disaster, resumed his breathing. His pores opened and cold sweat dripped down his face. His entire body went limp.
After such a great shock, he trembled and could not speak for a long time.
"I have no intention of interfering in the matter between you and the Yin family, but you have come to challenge my bottom line." Wen Yanqing looked at him coldly.
"I..."
"There's no need to quibble. When I found out that you had set your sights on Lin Gantang, I had already investigated all your ancestors." Wen Yanqing's gaze was extremely indifferent, so much so that it seemed to be emotionless. "Commercial theft, money laundering, coercion of minors, and so on. These are enough to make you suffer."
