Having listened to Wang Chen's words, Zhang Hu and Liu Shitou furrowed their brows in sync and asked in unison, "Your place was smashed up too?"
Wang Chen nodded, forcing a wry smile, "The night before last, when I asked around the neighborhood, it was from Liu Cuihua that I got the accurate news.
Her description of that person matched Wang Ye's build almost perfectly, especially that brand-new sedan—both the make and license plate matched the one Wang Ye drove that day."
At this, Zhang Hu and Liu Shitou exchanged looks, their faces showing not only anger but also a complex mixture of emotions.
If it had been someone else, given Zhang Hu's temperament, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to go and confront them armed.
But the person who smashed their homes was Wang Ye.
Despite Wang Chen's consistent aversion to Wang Ye, one couldn't ignore the fact that Wang Ye was indeed his younger brother.
