Zhou Lianyu's teeth were chattering in fear, and Yangg Yongchao's blood had already flowed to his feet, soaking the cuffs of his pants.
In the end, desperate to live, he could only reveal the truth with a tearful face: "Our manager sent me, saying they wanted to teach you a lesson. There's a head for every grievance, a master for every debt, this has nothing to do with me! Please, spare me, my lord."
At this moment, Zhou Lianyu was already crying with snot and tears, kneeling on the ground and incessantly kowtowing to Ye Qingzhou.
Ye Qingzhou confirmed that this time he was telling the truth, so he didn't strike him down, after all, he needed to keep a witness: "Who is your manager?"
"Xing Jiansong!"
"Xing Jiansong? Who is Xing Yaoming to him?"
"His son."
"I see."
Ye Qingzhou understood in his heart, strike the small one, the bigger one comes.
