Both of Leng Qirui's hands were bandaged, and his right hand and legs were hanging from the ceiling. He watched Selina play games with difficulty while giving her tips. His voice was no longer as irritable as before.
Since he had already accepted his hot-tempered little wife, he thought he should treat her better.
Young Brother Leng was good at this, at least.
What he did not know was that Big Bro who claimed that he was going to make Leng Qirui old hen soup was stirring up a bloody storm on this peaceful night.
The boss of Hong Gang, Tao Guangyu, was enjoying his tea while appreciating flowers at a teahouse when he received an anonymous call.
"Hello."
"Is this Tao Guangyu?" The person on the other side of the line called him by his name. It sounded like a young man.
Tao Guangyu frowned unhappily. "Who are you?"
