Under the scorching sun.
The ground temperature soared, becoming scalding hot.
Ye Tian didn't take another look at Qiao Wu as he wrapped his arms around Liu Menglan's waist and left the pavilion.
"Liu Menglan, sooner or later, you will kneel and beg me."
The roar of the Qiao family head echoed in the ears of everyone present.
Vice President Han hung up the phone directly.
He followed Ye Tian and Liu Menglan with Vice President Zhu.
Neither dared to utter another word.
…
Meanwhile.
A black Mercedes-Benz sedan sped towards Three Tiger Mountain.
A middle-aged man with a fierce expression sat in the back seat of the luxury car.
He gripped a mobile phone tightly in his right hand.
The features between Qiao Wu's brows bore some resemblance to the middle-aged man.
This person was the current head of the Qiao family, Qiao Jing.
He was also Qiao Wu's biological father.
