Ma Yuemin saw Su Chen like this and then took a look at Zhang Mingyu lying on the ground like a dead pig, and suddenly felt his breath stuck in his throat, unable to escape.
"So what else do you want?" Lin Ruoxue's face showed a layer of frost, "It's clearly Zhang Mingyu's own fault. He tried to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice. Who can he blame for that?"
"I want to call the police, I don't believe it, this thug who committed violence in broad daylight can get away with this!"
Ma Yuemin knew that since Lin Ruoxue had this attitude, it was unlikely that he could fire her.
"Alright then." Lin Ruoxue let out a cold laugh and said to Ma Yuemin with a meaningful look, "Go ahead and call the police. Maybe there are little or big ghosts behind him, and it would be best to catch them all in one go!"
After hearing Lin Ruoxue's words, Ma Yuemin shuddered violently and suddenly found himself unable to speak.