So Aheng was his son.
If it was his son, naturally he'd care a lot!
Chi Ying thought silently to herself.
Not sure who they were talking about, she hurriedly took out the phone she had picked from Ye Ying's pocket, turned on the camera, and snapped a blurry picture of the middle-aged man.
Unfortunately, the lighting was too dim and the man's features were unclear.
Furthermore, it was unfortunate that the phone she had was an iPhone, which she couldn't unlock on the spot.
Otherwise, she could have contacted the young master directly.
"Then Uncle Bo should leave first, I will handle things here," Si Chen ordered unceremoniously.
No sooner had his words fallen than two gunshots rang out, "bang bang."
The bullets struck the floor in front of the middle-aged man…
Yangcheng was now their turf, and even Bo Yuntian couldn't cause trouble here as he pleased.
If words failed, it was time for force.
The row of proud bodyguards were about to surge forward.
