Zheng Baohe tried hard to recall when he heard what Qin Qing said.
"Seven years ago, a pregnant woman? Slapped by me?"
"Yes! You conspired with bandits to embezzle the goods of her family, and when this woman came with her husband to Zhenyuan Escort Agency just to seek an explanation, you, relying on the support of the City Lord's Mansion, slapped her, nearly causing a miscarriage. Do you remember now?"
Qin Qing asked through gritted teeth.
Zheng Baohe thought back carefully, and his eyes suddenly trembled, clearly recalling the incident.
"Who are you?"
"I am that woman's son!" Qin Qing said coldly.
"You're not Feng Yu, your last name isn't Feng, you're from the Qin Residence…"
But this time, Zheng Baohe's words were cut short and he never got a chance to finish.
Qin Qing's foot was already on his neck.
"Crack!"
Zheng Baohe's neck was instantly crushed beneath the foot.
His life extinguished on the spot!
Zheng Baohe, dead!
