"Don't call the police yet. Don't make a big deal out of this!"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed in a black Chinese-style suit, but his body was so thin that he was almost skin and bones.
Behind the middle-aged man were at least a dozen bodyguards in black.
"President Chen!" As he appeared, many people immediately greeted him.
"Dad!" Chen Shimei seemed to have grabbed onto a life-saving straw as he hurriedly shouted at the middle-aged man, "You came just in time. Hurry up and break this Ye guy's legs and throw him out. He actually dared to hit me and deliberately humiliated me in public!"
Chen Dehan noticed that his son's face was bruised and swollen, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were tattered. He looked like he had just been beaten up, and his hands and feet were still tightly tied. A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
He quickly motioned to his left and right.
