Chapter 781: Chapter 781: No Evidence
Xia Xin’s scalp tightened, and he tensed his facial muscles, daring not to say anything.
Before long, after Qin Yingjun made a phone call, a young man entered his courtyard.
The man was about the sa age as Qin Yingjun.
As he ca in, he greeted with a smile.
“Bro, why did you ask to co over at this ti?”
“Why did I ask you to co over?”
Seeing Wen Mao, Qin Yingjun forced a smile, his lips curling sarcastically.
The next second, his fist flew, landing squarely on Wen Mao’s face.
Before Wen Mao could react, he was knocked to the ground by Qin Yingjun’s punch.
Wen Mao felt a warm fluid trickling down from under his nose.
When he wiped it with his hand, it ca back covered in fresh blood.
Imdiately, anger surged in Wen Mao, “Qin Yingjun, have you fucking lost your mind? What the hell are you hitting for? What did I do to offend you?”
Qin Yingjun, barely holding back his laughter in anger, walked over, grabbed Wen Mao by the collar, and pinned him to the ground, “Why am I hitting you? You fucking don’t know? You still need to tell you what you’ve done?”
Wen Mao’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes began to dart around as if he had thought of sothing.
“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What have I done? You’re the one going crazy here!” Wen Mao’s eyes widened, his posture one of outraged innocence, but his voice was sowhat unsteady.
Qin Yingjun, noticing the guilty expression on Wen Mao’s face, felt his anger surge. He grabbed Wen Mao’s jaw fiercely, gritting his teeth, “You’re still trying to deceive now? Fine, I’ll ask you, what did you do before selling the house to ? What’s the deal with this flower bed? I rember, there wasn’t such a flower bed here before!”
Wen Mao’s heart thudded, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s wrong with a newly built flower bed? Qin Yingjun, get your hands off !”
He reached out, trying to pry Qin Yingjun’s hands off, attempting to flip him over.
Qin Yingjun, a man who always loved to exercise, tall and strong, was pinning Wen Mao down with no small effort, like a hen under a boot.
Despite Wen Mao putting all his effort into it, he couldn’t budge Qin Yingjun.
Listening to Wen Mao’s outright denial, Qin Yingjun almost burst out in mocking laughter, “Wen Mao, have you gone mad or stupid? You think I would call you here without evidence? Let tell you, I’ve already had a master co to look at this. This is your doing! Don’t deny it!”
Wen Mao’s heart gave a couple of erratic thumps, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Xia Xin and Jiangli. He suddenly pursed his lips tight.
He guessed that these two people were probably the ‘masters’ Qin Yingjun had ntioned.
But what could two little brats possibly find out?
With this thought, Wen Mao glared, “I didn’t do anything! What kind of crappy master did you hire? Qin Yingjun, I think you’re the one who’s gone crazy! Bringing in two so-called masters out of nowhere, trying to throw dirt on . Do you regret it, not wanting to buy the house anymore? Just say it! Stop putting on this act. And accusing the accuser; I always knew you Qin Family folks were no good!”
Qin Yingjun’s eyes nearly popped out.
Who the hell is accusing the accuser?
He imdiately looked at Xia Xin, “Master Xia, you tell him!”
Xia Xin blinked, a bit at a loss, “From here, it does indeed look like White Tiger Evil…”
“You’re full of shit!”
Wen Mao glared at Xia Xin, breathing hard like a bull, “You scamr, barely old enough to shave and you’re spouting nonsense! What White Tiger Evil? I’ve never even heard of it! And even if there really is such a thing as White Tiger Evil, what proof do you have that it was my doing? You’re all being ludicrous!”
Xia Xin was taken aback.
He thought… he really had no evidence.
Issues with feng shui identified through subjective speculation, what kind of evidence is that?
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