Chapter 517 Unforgivable, the Wrath of the Sixth Master

  Wei Mingxin: "For example?"

   "The simplest thing is to beat him up. The more fancy ones include stripping clothes, doping, filming, and using real people to force... Different degrees of finesse, our charging specifications are also different."

   "Okay, then use your most ruthless and poisonous methods on her. As for money, I will definitely not treat you badly."

   "I like a generous person like Mrs. Shen when doing business! We will arrange action as soon as possible."

   "How soon is ASAP? Give me a specific time."

"in three days."

  Wei Mingxin stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor, her eyes cast into the distance: "Help this matter for me, and your detective agency will not worry about running out of business in the future."

   "Then thank Mrs. Shen first, please wait and see."

   This phone call calmed the woman's previous fears and gradually calmed down.

  Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked towards the ward.

  Son, those who owe you, Mom will slowly get back one by one.

   As everyone knows, shortly after the call was hung up, the news that a group of gangsters wanted to make trouble for Shen Yu reached Quan Hanting's ears.

   "...that's roughly the case." After Chu Yujiang finished speaking, he bowed and retreated, and stood in front of the desk.

  Quan Hanting leaned on the leather chair with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were frozen.

  Chu Yujiang felt a chill on the back of his neck, and quickly lowered his head.

   "Miss Shen is not a student of G University at all, and the other party may not be able to wait for a lifetime." Not to mention, teach her a lesson.

  The lesson air is almost the same!

  Quan Hanting said leisurely: "Whether it will be successful or not is one thing, but thinking about it is another."

   Just because Wei Mingxin thought this way, it is unforgivable!

  …

  The next day, the Shen family's old house.

  The old man who had stayed at home since New Year's Eve called Shen Chunjiang and Shen Chunting back with a phone call.

  It was supposed to be lunch time, but the restaurant was deserted, with no scent of food.

  The door of the study room was closed tightly, and there was a loud bang suddenly—

   "Bastard!" Shen Zongming stood behind his desk, leaning on a cane, with an angry expression on his face.

  Shen Chunting stood opposite, with his head drooped and his back hunched, showing a dejected state.

   And there was a broken teacup at his feet.

"dad…"

"Don't call me dad, I don't have a stupid son like you who can't recognize the form." Shen Zongming reprimanded coldly, his eyes were sharp, without the slightest meaning of joking, "It's fine if you can't control your wife, but now you even discipline your son No, what do you say you are good for?!"

  Shen Chunting shuddered and lowered his head even lower.

  Grandpa: "What is Quan Hanting's identity, how powerful is he, and how many people are standing behind him, don't you know?!"

"…Know."

   "Knowing that you still indulge Shen Rang to provoke him?!"

   "I only heard about it later. If I found out the clues at the beginning, I would definitely keep him as far away as possible, but the problem is that after I know, things have already happened!"

  Shen Chunting wants to cry now but has no tears.

  My son made trouble, but he, the old man, was responsible for the blame. It has been a quarter of an hour since he came in, and it hasn't stopped.

  The old man scolded people at a professional level.

  Shen Zongming: "So you want to shirk responsibility now?"

  Shen Chunting: "It wasn't my fault."

   "Hmph! If it's not your fault, then whose fault is it?"

   "Ah let him..."

   "Whether to raise or not to teach is the fault of father and son."

   "..." just beeped the dog!

  When Shen Chunting was scolded, Shen Chunjiang just stood aside and watched quietly, and did not go up to persuade him.

  Joke, he is in the early stage at this time, and it takes minutes for the old man to transfer his anger to himself.

  It's not stupid...

  (end of this chapter)