Upon hearing Qiu Yingrong's furious words, Qiu Tianrui's face turned ashen to the extreme, and a fierce killing intent appeared in his gaze when he looked at Zhang Zefeng.
"Well, very well, Zhang Zefeng, you pursued my sister, and I didn't stop you. I didn't expect you, this beast, to dare poison my little niece and even try to disgrace my sister. It seems you're tired of living."
Qiu Tianrui gritted his teeth as he looked at Zhang Zefeng, an overwhelmingly cold killing intent emanating from his body, and he commanded the bodyguards behind him: "Someone, lift him up and take him to the hospital. Instruct the hospital staff to heal him no matter what, don't let him die. I want him to be better off dead than alive."
The burly men who entered with Qiu Tianrui said nothing, walked up to Zhang Zefeng, and dragged him out directly.
At this moment, Zhang Zefeng was too frightened to say a word, stupefied as he was dragged out by others.
