Qi Jiu genuinely got rudely and without a courtesy tied up and taken by the Qi family members.
As he was being forced into the car, Qi Jiu turned around and shouted towards the car where he was just sitting: "Remember my words, you must bring it to me, bring it..."
The driver inside the car sighed: Commissioner Qi, you should take care of yourself now.
Sir rebuked: "Shut up, boy, I'll break your legs when we get home, see if you run away again."
Qi Jiu: "Grandpa, if my legs are broken, do you still want a great-grandson?"
Sir Qi marched with his formidable team, finally capturing the grandson who had escaped for two days.
In a blink of an eye, the Qi family's convoy sped away from the road, and afar, a silver minivan was parked under the street lights.
Inside the van was completely different, a vast space, luxury seats, as well as the intermittent piano music like a child's playing, everything looked completely different from the outside.
