Jiang Guangrong smiled and said, "Hey, what are you doing? How can you start with Director Zhao? Don't get worked up, Director Zhao. Your son is asleep! Your son is my nephew. How could I possibly hurt my own nephew, right?"
Tian Jue kicked Zhao Zhong's pistol off the floor, then backed up a few steps without saying a word. Zhao Zhong knew Tian Jue was very good at fighting, especially with her. He just stared coldly at Jiang Guangrong and sneered, "Mr. Jiang, you really know how to climb up a relationship. I'm not related to you. How could my son be your nephew?"
Jiang Guangrong's smile deepened. His right-hand fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair. "We've been through life and death together as brothers, haven't we?"
