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After opening the inner door as well, Jing Rong walked to the sofa calmly and sat down.

A few minutes later, the door opened and closed.

The old man closed the door. It was a bit heavy.

When Jing Rong heard this ear-piercing sound, he frowned slightly. Then, he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Very quickly, the old tutor angrily walked into the living room.

Because he was too angry, the normally strict Jing Aotian did not even change to shoes.

Walking in front of Jing Rong, the old man directly raised his hand and slapped Jing Rong's face!

"Pa ~ ~"

The lordmaster's palm strike was exceptionally heavy.

In merely a moment, a deep red handprint had been imprinted on the right side of Jing Rong's face, and blood had also flowed out from the corner of his right lip.

Facing the old man's slap, Jing Rong only furrowed his brows slightly. Then, he used his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and calmly looked at the old man who was glaring at him with a furious gaze.

It was impossible to see any superfluous emotions on his face.

"You … [You are such a good son of mine. Are you really going to make me so angry!] It's fine if you ask the police to take in, but you actually asked the police to take Qian Rong in too! " Jing Aotian berated!

At that moment, Old Master Jing was so angry that he could not even stand. His face was flushed red.

"... "

Jing Rong still did not say a word, and only quietly looked at his father …

"You, why aren't you talking, huh?" Old Master Jing scolded again.

He was really going crazy, he was going crazy!

"I didn't do anything wrong, so I have nothing to say … …" The reason the police brought Qian Rong in was definitely because You Ran said something that was detrimental to Qian Rong. What does that have to do with me? " Jing Rong replied indifferently.

"Do you think your father is stupid? If those police officers did not have your permission, would they dare to directly arrest Qian Rong after catching You Ran? If that group of police did not have your permission, they would be so troubled that they would drag Qian Rong into it!? " The old tutor scolded coldly once again!

"So what?" Jing Rong said again.

Just as Jing Rong's words fell, the old man's palm once again landed on his face with a "Pa —" sound.

This time, the slap landed on his left cheek!

This time, the slap was the same as last time, and was incomparably forceful …

"Finished?" Jing Rong asked.

The old man didn't say a word, he only looked at Jing Rong with hatred, as if he was panting heavily.

"Since the fight is over, let's hurry up and leave. You're an old man in the middle of the night, it's not good for your body to be so angry." Jing Rong said.

After he finished speaking, Jing Rong lightly stroked the stinging left cheek with his hand, and then used his tongue to lick the blood that was seeping out of the left corner of his mouth.

Then, he took another long drag from his cigarette.

"Fourth Bro, I only have one question for you. Do you really want to see me die in front of you? Are you satisfied if I die from your anger?"

"Have you been angered to death by me?"

"You …"

"I still say the same thing. I don't think I did anything wrong." Jing Rong said again.

"Fourth Bro!" Those two are your blood related to Wai Shengnver! It's related to you by blood! What can you do if you let them go?! " The old tutor scolded him again.

He really did not understand why Jing Rong had to make such a big fuss over nothing.

"Protecting criminals will make me uneasy." Jing Rong said.

With that, Jing Rong once again took a long drag from his cigarette.

"Your heart, is made of stone?! "Your dad is already in the middle of the night, and I still have to come here to find you because of them. Don't you feel sorry for him?" The old man said again.

Seeing his face filled with anger, Jing Rong frowned slightly. He stood up and said while looking at him, "What I did, was also for the sake of the two of them …"

"Bullshit!" The old man roared in anger.

Hearing this, Jing Rong did not say anything, but quietly frowned and continued smoking.

"I'm begging you as your father, okay? Let them go, hmm?" The old man's attitude suddenly softened. His hands trembled as he held tightly the corner of Jing Rong's clothes and asked.

Although he knew that it was impossible for Jing Rong to take this lying down, he still wanted to use a soft method to deal with Jing Rong.

He really didn't want to see his two grandchildren go to jail!

That was his biological grandson!

Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, Jing Rong immediately let out a long sigh helplessly, and said, "I really can't … "This time, I have made up my mind …"

"You …" The old tutor frowned, his eyes red with anger.

"It's quite late, let's hurry up and go back. I need to rest …" Jing Rong said.

After the old man heard, he quickly took out Jing Bao'er's phone from his pocket and called.

Seeing that, Jing Rong immediately took over the old man's phone and quickly hung up.

"What are you doing?" Jing Rong asked indifferently.

"I'll call Bo. I'll call Bo to go to the police station and get her out of this. "Since it's not going to work for you, then I'll beg Bao`er …" The old man said again.

Hearing Jing Aotian say that, Jing Rong immediately raised his eyebrow, and said: "As long as I don't nod my head, you won't be able to find anyone else to use … …"

"As your father, I don't have any face at all?" the old man asked.

"Before, it was precisely because I was concerned about your face that I tolerated the two girls' actions of stirring up trouble. However, this time, I will not. This time, they have truly gone too far and their actions are too vile!" Jing Rong said.

Thinking about the girl that he had placed on top of his heart, about how she was almost splashed with acid, had her face ruined, and had her life ruined, Jing Rong felt like his stomach was on fire.

Now, Jing Aotian was not the only one who was furious. The anger in his heart, was not any less than the old man himself!

"If we don't send these two heartless things to the prison to be punished, would we have to leave them to celebrate New Year?" Jing Rong said again.

"..." When the old tutor heard this, he immediately fell silent.

He did not speak anymore, but continued to retreat as he pointed his finger at Jing Rong's face time and time again … …

After retreating a few meters, the old man turned around and forcefully held on to his trembling body as he left.

Looking at his back that was trembling as he left, Jing Rong felt very uncomfortable in his heart as well.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, Jing Rong knew that he definitely could not be soft-hearted.

To be merciful to them was equivalent to being cruel to that little girl, Jing Bao'er.

"Bang!"

Soon, the deafening sound of a door opening rang out.

Soon after, the sound of the car starting up also came from outside the door and into the living room.

After hearing the voice and confirming that the old man had left, Jing Rong turned around. He pinched the center of his brows lightly and directly went upstairs with the cigarette in his mouth.

Just as he reached the door of the guest room, Jing Rong's phone rang.

Du, du, du … … "Du, du, du …"