Zhao Leye vented all the anger she had accumulated over the years, her hands trembling as she struck.
"I know my mother's death wasn't simple. You better pray it had nothing to do with you, or I will personally kill you!" Zhao Leye said fiercely, her face contorted with rage.
Zhao Leye had always suspected that her mother's death was not that simple and was related to Qin Lan. Otherwise, why did Qin Lan immediately rise to power after her mother's death?
Qin Lan's cheeks were swollen from the beating, a trickle of blood hung from the corner of her mouth, and her hair was disheveled, looking like she had been bullied.
Zhao Qiqiang sat on the ground clutching his stomach, which ached intensely from the kick Chen Dashan had delivered. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead—Chen Dashan hadn't held back at all, using immense force.
"Zhao Qiqiang, from now on, you better show some respect to Leye. Otherwise, I will tear your mouth apart!" Chen Dashan said coldly.