Qin Zhiheng seemed oblivious as he walked over furiously.
"From my childhood until now, the only members of the Qin Family I've ever met are Qin Jinhai and his immediate family. A family of just four people, yet they are the leading family in Jiangcheng."
"I've always found it ironic. I can't figure out what the other prominent families in Jiangcheng are afraid of, or why they can be intimidated by Qin Jinhai."
"Now I understand. It turns out the Qin Family's dogs are exceptionally good at biting!"
As Qin Zhiheng spoke, he frivolously patted Qin Yuan's face, as if patting a dog. He was a head shorter than Qin Yuan and even had to stand on tiptoe to do it.
The next second, Qin Zhiheng's neck was seized by a hand as strong as iron pincers. Qin Yuan's eyes were bloodshot. The neck in his hand felt so thin and fragile. One gentle twist, and Qin Zhiheng would be utterly dead. All it would take is for me to use a little strength...
"Stop!"
