Mr. Mu Shaocheng, like King Yan, said, "If you dare mention Aunt Lan again, I'll make sure you can never speak again."
"I, I won't say it."
Su Yushan was trembling so much that he couldn't speak clearly.
Mr. Mu Shaocheng disdainfully glanced over his wretched state.
It seemed he casually threw him back.
But he had secretly used a clever force, and Su Yushan was thrown to the ground, sprawling in all directions.
The injured part of his head happened to hit again.
For a moment, cold sweat dripped from his pain.
Next to him, the two policemen kept their eyes and noses to themselves.
It took a great effort for Su Yushan to painfully climb up from the ground.
Mr. Mu Shaocheng had already concealed his eerie and oppressive aura.
His body leaned back in the chair once more.
He asked coldly, "Since you claim you were forced, who's the mastermind behind this?"
Su Yushan looked over.
He saw him half-reclining there, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.
