He reached out and grabbed Qiao Shuanzhu by the collar, delivering a dozen punches to his stomach before Qiao Shuanzhu could even react. He didn't hold back at all. After finishing, he finally released his grip.
Qiao Shuanzhu was in so much pain that he bent over like a shrimp and fell to his knees.
It took him a while to recover: "Director He, how can you hit people?"
He Jinxuan leaned in close: "Because your son is greedy and your wife has a foul mouth, so you deserve a beating."
After saying that, he straightened up: "Keep your wife in check. If she dares to spout nonsense again, your good days will be over. I'm not joking with you. If you don't believe me, just try it.
I don't hit women, but I never said I wouldn't hit the man of that woman."
He cast a disdainful look at Qiao Shuanzhu, who was still in too much pain to stand, and then turned and left with a cold expression.
