Upon seeing Zhao Shilin, Lin Yaqing immediately stepped back in a panic and hid behind her mother. Her face was still swollen from the slaps she received from Zhao Shilin last time.
This old general showed no mercy at all in his actions, and moreover, no one dared to stop him!
"Grandfather, it seems what you said was very true," Zhao Chengshuang shrugged helplessly and said, "As for the Lin family, it's impossible to save them any face. Unless we expose all the disgraceful things they've done, they'll never admit their wrongs!"
"Then don't save them any face," Zhao Shilin walked into the room, sat down, and casually pointed to a few people behind him, saying, "These are friends from the city prosecutor's office and the military region. It just so happens that they can also act as notaries here. Come, Chengshuang, don't be polite to them. We need to teach the Lin family a harsh lesson; otherwise, they'll never admit their mistakes!"
