Jing Shu's shriek immediately sent Mr. Jing and Mr. Jing, both covered from head to toe in cement, rushing over.
Wang Zhong stared dumbfounded at the blurry figure of the woman, but before he could react, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag hammering toward him…
Two large teeth flew out. Was it the call of the wind, or were their roots simply unwilling to hold them back? Wang Zhong had no time to ponder the mystery because another sandbag-sized fist was already swinging toward him again.
Unlike the blank-minded Wang Zhong, his body reacted with utmost honesty: the intense pain made his mouth cry out instinctively.
After a dozen punches, Mr. Jing felt something was off. This man looks so familiar... He turned on his flashlight. The man was already sprawled on the ground, continuously backing away. "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"
"Wang Zhong?!" Mr. Jing finally recognized the person, expressing surprise and then anger. "What have you done to my daughter?"
