"What? You forced yourself on Yan'er?"
Upon hearing Song Yan'er's accusation, Song Hanbo's beard bristled with rage as he hastily examined his granddaughter.
Her eyes were swollen red, tear streaks marked the corners, her nose was also reddened, and her lips even bore the mark of being bitten, evidently suffering significant distress.
Looking at her clothes, the originally pristine white blouse had been torn open on one side, smeared with black as if someone had recently yanked and torn at it.
What incensed Song Hanbo the most was the black trousers his granddaughter wore, which had been ripped by someone. Fortunately, it was trousers; had it been a skirt...
"Bastard! Who's the bastard responsible for this!"
Song Hanbo's eyes flushed with anger, and he roared at the crowd.
As Jinling City's top business tycoon, Song Hanbo's presence was even more terrifying than that of the underworld boss Tang Tianlong.
