"My brother would never do such a thing, who's spreading nonsense!" Su Qingqing didn't believe it one bit and was a little angry.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man with a bloated figure, leading dozens of bodyguards with wooden sticks, and she instinctively shivered.
The real village bully of Xiangyang Village—Zhong Dabiao!
Su Qingqing's face showed fear, but she quickly calmed down.
Her brother, Su Zhiqiang, was timid, she knew this very well. But she knew that on matters of right and wrong, Su Zhiqiang would never be ambiguous!
Her gaze was firm, "My brother is not the kind of person you say he is!"
"Whether your brother is that kind of person, you should ask him yourself."
"You..." Su Qingqing looked at Su Zhiqiang.
Su Zhiqiang lowered his head, fists clenched.
Zhong Dabiao walked over with both hands in his pockets, a cigar in his mouth.
