Liu Donghe stood there, staring at Chen Pingchu in a daze.
He didn't understand at all.
What's going on?
"Brother Liu, go and persuade your son. My husband is not even forty yet. If he dies, we, an orphan and a widow, won't be able to survive."
"There is only one like him in my family. If he kills someone, he will have to pay with his life..." Liu Donghe's voice was trembling as he spoke.
It’s all his spendthrift daughter-in-law’s fault. She doted on her son too much, which is why he got into such a big trouble.
"Come on, come on, hurry up, come with me to his house." Liu Donghe went back to the house to get the key, pushed his bicycle and hurried out.
When the two men rushed to Liu Guohui's house, his door was closed.
"Liu Guohui, open the door!" Liu Donghe slammed his big hand on the big iron gate.
"Open the door, you little bastard!"
"I know you're home!"
"Get out of here right now!"
The iron gate made a clanging sound when he slammed it.
After a while, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the room.
"Dad? Is that you?" Liu Guohui in the yard asked vigilantly.
"It's me, open the door for me quickly!" Liu Donghe shouted.
Liu Guohui opened the door and saw not only his father but also Chen Pingchu, so he quickly closed the door.
Liu Donghe leaned sideways and got stuck in the doorway.
"Dad, I have something to do. You go home first. I'll come to your house to find you later." Liu Guohui said as he pushed Liu Donghe out.
"Get out of here!" Liu Donghe pushed hard, pushing the door and the person open together.
Chen Pingchu ran directly across the yard to the main room.
"Zhisheng, Zhisheng, where are you?" As soon as Chen Pingchu entered the main room, he saw Jiang Zhisheng sitting on a chair with his hands and feet tied.
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