At this moment, Qiao Zhiyuan's third son, Qiao Shengbao, raced over on a bicycle.
The young man, only a year older than Qiao Qingyu, was drenched in sweat and also fuming with rage.
"Qingyu, let's go and sue them!"
It had gotten real this time.
Sun Dazhang and the others, of course, could not let Qiao Qingyu and the Qiao Family father and son go to the county public security bureau; if they really went, there would be no turning back.
As the head of the Qiao Family Team, Sun Dazhang certainly had the foresight to know that once the bow was drawn, there was no recalling the arrow. If they really went through with it, the issue would blow up.
His face was ashen as he yelled at Fourth Uncle Qiao and Accountant Zhang, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up, go and call all your disgraceful wives to the village entrance!"
Qiao Qingyu's lips curled into a cold smile as she looked indifferently and distantly at the people before her.
