"Young Master Chang, there's a fight breaking out outside!"
A panicked employee rushed into the private room and shouted.
"How many people?"
Chang Ziru asked.
"Just one, Shang Qingcheng's son!"
The employee had a photo of Xiao Chen, and in fact, this trap was not only aimed at Shang Qingcheng, but more importantly, it targeted Xiao Chen.
"Very good, notify security not to stop him. None of you are his match. Bring him to me!"
Chang Ziru sneered coldly.
"Understood!"
The employee nodded and turned to leave.
Shang Qingcheng suddenly turned toward Shang Qingguo: "You can frame me, but if you dare lay a finger on my son, I guarantee you won't be able to live or die in peace!"
Shang Qingguo was actually frightened.
She had never seen Shang Qingcheng this enraged.
It was a fury that could burn everything to ashes.
