Seeing a woman on the screen, Song Zhiqing lost his mind, "Turn it off, turn it off now! Lu Jinyang, have your men shut it off, or I'll strangle your son to death right this instant!"
Lu Jincheng was in so much pain all over his body at this moment, a large hand on his neck still trying not to let him breathe. So tired, he had never been this exhausted in his life.
Thinking thus, he simply gave up resisting, drooping his head, making himself comfortable whatever way he could, since the man wouldn't let him fall anyway.
But he didn't know that his actions looked entirely different in Lu Jinyang's eyes.
He forcefully suppressed the urge to rush over, his hand at his side tightening and then loosening, "Song Zhiqing, stop struggling, no matter what, you're on a dead-end path. If you release my son, maybe I can arrange for you to be locked up in the same prison as that woman."
"Cut the crap and release Li Weonian."
