Who is it?
Those two short words were almost squeezed out from between Han Zhao's teeth.
He really wanted to see.
Just who has the audacity, on his own turf, in his family's restaurant, to throw his own grandson from the top floor.
How is this different from rubbing the face of Linghe Villa in the dirt?
However, in response to his questioning, the disciple only shook his head, "We don't know yet, but the Villa Master has already led people to block them off, it won't be long before we find out who they are."
After Han Ze was thrown off the building, he immediately ran back to report, so he was unaware of what happened afterwards.
Han Zhao remained silent, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.
"Since my father is there, the other party surely cannot escape. It's just that..."
