Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Xia Qingsong is a good-for-nothing

Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION

Ling Jue lifted her leg and stepped on his chest. “Say it out loud. Xia Qingsong is a good-for-nothing!” 2

“Cough, cough, cough…” Xia Baiting did not expect this kid to be so strong. Just this one kick almost made him vomit blood. 2

He kept coughing and glared at Ling Jue, but he did not say a word.

“You’re quite tough. Haha. But in my place, even tough people will be obedient.” Ling Jue kicked his stomach, making him roll over and lie in a corner. His face was against the wall, and his face was twisted. 2

“Cough, cough. Do you know who my grandfather is?!” Xia Baiting said, gritting his teeth. “When my men arrive, I’ll kill you, you little b*stard!” 2

Ling Jue’s eyes dimmed when she heard that. She did not show any mercy at all. She raised her leg and kicked his thigh. Then, she kicked him again, making him roll his eyes and almost pa.s.s out.

Ling Jue’s deep voice sounded beside him. “I wonder what will happen if your affairs are exposed. Many girls who have been harmed by you still don’t know that they’ve been deceived, right?” 2

“You…” Xia Baiting was terrified. He had just arrived at Da Li province. How could he know what he had done?! 2

That’s not right! He must be lying to him! 2

“I didn’t do anything…” he forced himself to say. 2

“Three sixteen-year-old girls. They’ve just entered the first year of high school, right? One of them is the girl next door to you, and the one you’ve locked in the bas.e.m.e.nt…” 2

“!!!” Xia Baiting’s face immediately turned pale. Why did he know all the secret things that he had done?! 2

“Just say that Xia Qingsong is a beast worse than a pig or a dog, and I’ll let you go.” 2

“How did you know?” 2

“Looks like you want the reporters to know? 308 Xihai Road…” 2

“Xia Qingsong is a beast worse than a pig or a dog!” Before Ling Jue could finish her sentence, he immediately shouted. 2

Xia Qingsong was stunned for a moment and fell to the ground. His precious son scolded him just like that because he could not stand the beating.

“Bai Ting! You…” He looked at him with disappointment. “I’ve already called the police. The police will be here soon. Don’t be afraid…” 2

His voice was much weaker when he comforted his precious son.

He was too disappointed. Fortunately, the camera had been destroyed, so it did not capture his current appearance.

“Haha…” Ling Jue let go of him and then ordered, “Tell me everything that w.a.n.g Xiangyao did to the old woman at home.” 2

“You clearly said that you would…” 2

“Are you going to tell me or not?” Ling Jue chuckled. Although she was laughing, it made one’s heart palpitate. 2

“…” Xia Baiting swallowed his saliva. 2

Ling Jue glanced at the few people who were filming at the door and pretended not to see them. She waited for Xia Baiting to finish his sentence.

“My mother… She actually asked grandma to clean up at home. She even asked her to take out the trash to cook. Grandma’s legs weren’t good, but she didn’t allow her to take the elevator. She said that there were many city people in the elevator. Her clothes were too dirty and would pollute others. She would be complained about. There was also one time when her sister broke her hanging orchid, but she said that grandma broke it and even slapped her…” 2

Ling Jue clenched her fists tightly. She couldn’t listen anymore. She knocked him out with one punch.

She looked at Xia Qingsong. “You’re worse than a pig or a dog.” 2

“Xiao Jue.” Suddenly, the silent person on the bed called out to her softly. “I’m a little sleepy.” 2

Ling Jue walked over and looked at Xia Qingsong, who was sitting on the floor. She pulled his collar and dragged him out of the ward.

Then, she dragged Xia Baiting, w.a.n.g Xiangyao, and the others out one after another. 2

The two reporters walked out of the ward consciously. After all, the posture of dragging did not look good.

Ling Jue closed the door of the ward. She looked at Xia Qingsong, who was climbing into the elevator, and dragged him back.

He struggled and roared, “Let go of me! I’m your uncle!” 2