"Ling Xiu, don't worry, with me here, I'll seek justice for you." Ling Zhenfei comforted He Lingxiu before turning his gaze toward Wang Changhe.
"If you're concerned about practicing medicine without a license, you could go to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce. If your son was killed by He Lingxiu's acupuncture, then you should call the police. As for whether your son was actually killed by He Lingxiu's acupuncture needles, that's hard to say. But after all is said and done, you have no reason to take a living person away."
"Ling Zhenfei, this is a matter between the Wang Family and the He Family and it doesn't concern you, so it'd be best for you not to meddle," Wang Changhe said furiously, clearly loathing Ling Zhenfei.
"Anything related to the He Family is my business, so tell me, what exactly will it take for you to let Ling Xiu go?" Ling Zhenfei's goal was simple—he wanted to see what Wang Changhe was really after.
