In the photo, Ye Chen lies on the ground clutching his chest, tossing and turning in apparent agony.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ting stares at her hand, her face frozen in a distorted expression of rage because of the unexpected scene, looking like a vengeful ghost.
"How was it?"
"Chen, it's done."
Tiger made an OK gesture.
Hearing this, Ye Chen jumped up like a carp, brushing off the dust from his clothes.
"You, you..."
Zhao Ting, witnessing this, was at a loss for words.
"What, aren't you curious about what I just did?"
Ye Chen said while dusting himself off.
"What kind of trickery are you up to?"
"Nothing much, Tiger just captured the moment you hit me. This is the evidence that you attacked me. You say your son was beaten by them, may I ask if you have any evidence?"
Zhao Ting was taken aback. In fact, she didn't have any evidence, as Hu Dong had met trouble intentionally in a place without surveillance, and now she had taken a silent loss.
