"Son of a bitch!" Yang Yuzhu angrily slammed her fist on the table.
Wu Li was sitting opposite her, and the two were now in the hospital.
Zhao Lixin himself was a master with knives and was well aware of his condition, so although the two stabs seemed severe, they did not damage his internal organs. Still, he needed stitches, and he couldn't think about physical confrontations for several months.
Soon, Chen Zhengyang walked over with a livid face.
Yang Yuzhu quickly stood up and asked, "Dad, what did the police say?"
Chen Zhengyang shook his head, "They just said they would solve the case as soon as possible and have deployed plainclothes officers armed with guns to protect our safety 24 hours a day."
Yang Yuzhu exclaimed angrily, "It must be the Yu Group who sent someone, what case is there to solve!"
