The people squatting in front of the sofa stood up, each of them glaring angrily at Xing Wenming, wishing they could tear him apart, drink his blood.
Seeing their faces clearly, Xing Wenming's eyes widened: "You, how are you here?"
Seeing these people, he was finally afraid.
One middle-aged man glared at Xing Wenming: "Give me back my daughter's life!"
The man charged at Xing Wenming, looking as if he was about to kill him.
Yu Shuo gestured to the guards, and the guard closest to the middle-aged man stopped him.
"You murderers, give me back my daughter's life!"
Even as he was stopped, the middle-aged man roared angrily.
Those sorrowful eyes filled with hatred stared intently at Xing Wenming and Xing Ying in the corner.
A woman carrying a bag approached, scattering the money from the bag inside the room, kneeling on the ground crying out: "I don't want your money. Give me back my daughter's life. My poor daughter was killed by you before she even grew up. You beasts—"
