The man was slightly out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He was secretly shocked. He had used seventy or eighty percent of his strength just now. However, he would avoid the pig's body during the fight. But the pig was already very impressive to have been able to fight him for so long.

"In a few years, I won't be able to beat your son anymore," the man said with a smile.

Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "You're very capable too, but my son does have exceptional talent, and he's naturally very strong."

“No wonder, I used seventy or eighty percent of my strength just now, and with both hands, I’m ashamed…” The man laughed self-deprecatingly. He then looked at Ye Qingqing’s wrist and asked curiously, “You’re also a martial arts expert, right? I saw you use a silver thread just now.”

Ye Qingqing's move just now was not something an ordinary person could do. No wonder that child is so powerful; it turns out her whole family are martial arts masters!

Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "I'm not an expert, I just know a little bit."

She didn't mention the silver hair; it was her secret weapon, and there was no need for others to know. The man was also sensible, knowing that Ye Qingqing didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask any further. He even left a business card, saying, "I own a Taekwondo gym in the city. My surname is Zhou. If your son wants to spar, he can contact me anytime."

"OK."

Ye Qingqing accepted the business card, smiled at the man, but made no promises. This was a matter for Lu Mo to decide; she wouldn't interfere.

The man was a sensible person and didn't pester her. He drove away, and the other onlookers gradually left as well. Ye Qingqing massaged the little pig's muscles and bones, and the little guy felt much better, though he was still a bit sleepy. Ye Qingqing held him tightly, reluctant to put him down. The little guy had suffered quite a bit today!

The police helped Zhao Baishan up and also helped the elderly couple out of the car. They still thought it was a human trafficking gang, but as soon as Xiao Jie's grandmother got out of the car, tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Officer, I'm not a human trafficker. I'm that child's real grandmother. I just missed my grandson, that's why I came to take him back to our hometown. I'm really not a human trafficker..."

Grandpa Xiaojie said the same thing. The old couple had already been questioned in the car. They insisted that they were going to pick up their grandson to take him home, so that it would be a family matter for the Zhao family and the police would not have time to meddle in family matters.

The police officer was stunned and looked at Ye Qingqing, "Is what they said true?"

Ye Qingqing glanced coldly at the two elderly people pretending to be pitiful, and nodded. "They are indeed Xiao Jie's grandparents, but Xiao Jie's parents are divorced. The child now lives with his mother, and his father is allowed to meet with him once a month."

If they wanted their grandson, they could have just called Xiao Jie and explained it to him. Xiao Jie's mother is reasonable; she wouldn't disagree. Why come here to steal the child? And she almost killed my son! Officer, isn't this attempted murder? Can I sue her?

Ye Qingqing pointed at Zhao Baishan and asked, "I absolutely want Zhao Baishan to die in prison."

Zhao Baishan shuddered and retorted, "I didn't see the child clearly. He was so small, I couldn't see him at all."

“You’re lying! You clearly saw it, and you still wanted Grandpa and the police to say that he was driving the car. I heard everything!” Xiao Jie accused angrily. He had already woken up when Zhao Baishan threatened his grandfather and heard everything.

Zhao Baishan's face turned ferocious as he struggled desperately to teach Xiao Jie a lesson, shouting, "You traitorous little beast, I'm your own uncle!"