Liu Qingshan looked at the photo and instantly understood Liu Zheng's identity.
He couldn't help but rage with fury, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and slapped Liu Zheng twice.
"Liu Zheng! It was you and that whore who killed my dad, wasn't it!"
Liu Qingshan shouted furiously and loudly.
Liu Zheng was stunned by the slaps, wobbled as he stood up, and hadn't fully grasped what had happened, but he realized that this man was none other than Liu Baishun's son, Liu Qingshan.
"Qingshan, wait! Let me explain!"
Liu Zheng stood up, trying to explain his actions.
His eyes were filled with rage and sadness at this moment.
Liu Qingshan's eyes sparkled with cunning light, and he stared at Liu Zheng venomously, with a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Liu Zheng felt the pressure on him growing heavier, and he clearly knew that Liu Qingshan wouldn't let him off easily.
Liu Qingshan's fists were like blades, each swing carrying destructive power.
