Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 329

"Who did you offend?"

Uncle Tao asked in a low voice, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Yan Lan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

“Who knows?” she answered softly. “There’s more than one person who wants me dead.”

The turmoil outside the small clinic

Yan Lan stood in front of the medicine cabinet, her slender fingers gently stroking her protruding belly.

She turned to Uncle Tao and said softly, "Thank goodness you reacted quickly, otherwise the child would have been frightened."

Uncle Tao waved his large hand, his cuffs already faded from washing: "You wait here first, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he strode out of the clinic, his back straight as a pine tree.

Yan Lan stared in the direction he had left, took out her phone from her pocket, and pulled up the surveillance footage from the clinic entrance. When she saw the two familiar figures on the screen, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps and pleas for mercy suddenly came from outside.

Yan Lan looked up and saw Uncle Tao carrying Song Chi and Liu Shiyu, one in each hand, as they walked in.

Song Chi's tall body was like a helpless rag doll in Uncle Tao's iron grip, his expensive school uniform wrinkled and stuck to his body.

Liu Shiyu struggled desperately with red eyes, her long hair disheveled and her school uniform skirt covered in dust.

"It was these two high school students who did it."

Uncle Tao's voice was deep and powerful, and the wrinkles on his face were even more pronounced with anger.

"Old man, do you know who I am? Let me go!"

Song Chi shouted defiantly, his forehead beaded with sweat, his expensive sneakers rubbing futilely on the ground.

Liu Shiyu screamed in unison, her voice piercing: "You're being a pervert! I'm calling the police!"

Her hands waved wildly in the air, the designer bracelet on her wrist jingling.

Why didn't you think of the police when you smashed the window?

Uncle Tao sneered, and deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

It turns out that he brought several plainclothes bodyguards with him when he went out, but asked them to wait outside when he entered the clinic.

The bodyguards had already noticed the two high school students sneaking around the clinic and picking up stones to smash the windows.

Liu Shiyu suddenly turned to Yan Lan and hysterically cursed, "Yan Lan, you vixen! You have a husband and you still seduced my brother, causing him to go to jail!"

She screamed hysterically, "I was just trying to scare you! Besides, I'm not even 18 yet, what can the police do to me?"

"You're not 18 yet, so what about him?" Uncle Tao's voice suddenly turned icy cold as he raised his foot and kicked Song Chi hard in the knee.

"Ah!" Song Chi let out a pig-like scream as his kneecap slammed heavily against the concrete floor with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, his pants were torn instantly, but he still managed to threaten, "I am... I am the eldest grandson of the Song family! My parents will not let you get away with this!" His voice was broken and intermittent due to the pain.

Tao Shu remained expressionless as his rough fingers deftly searched Song Chi's body, finding a genuine leather wallet and pulling out his ID card—which clearly showed that he was 19 years old.

Song Chi frantically pulled out his phone, his trembling fingers barely able to press the dial button: "Dad! Dad! I've been beaten up! Come quick—"

"Uncle Tao,"

Yan Lan interrupted softly, her hand unconsciously protecting her abdomen beneath her white coat. "Leave this to me, you can go back now."

She didn't want to implicate this elder, whom she had only met briefly but who had repeatedly helped her.

Looking at Uncle Tao's agile movements and straight back, she secretly guessed that Uncle Tao must have been a soldier who had experienced the baptism of war when he was young.

Uncle Tao slowly shook his head, his graying temples gleaming silver in the sunlight.

He casually tossed Song Chi's ID card aside; the document spun in the air before gently landing on the ground.

“I was the one who hit him, so naturally I should take responsibility.” His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Sunlight streamed through the clinic's glass windows, casting varying shades of shadow on his resolute face.

He leaned forward slightly, his bronze face close to Song Chi's, a dangerous glint in his weathered eyes.

“I’d like to see,” he said, each word like a heavy hammer blow, “what kind of parent would dare to be so disrespectful to me.”

Song Chi trembled under his gaze, his expensive sneakers leaving messy marks on the ground.

He instinctively shrank back, but couldn't move under Uncle Tao's iron grip.

That face, which had been so arrogant just moments before, was now as pale as paper, with fine beads of sweat on its forehead.

Liu Shiyu was so frightened that she fell silent, her carefully manicured nails digging into her palms.

She glanced at Yan Lan furtively, only to find that the other woman was just standing quietly to the side, her hand gently protecting her abdomen under her white coat, her eyes eerily calm.

The clinic was so quiet that only Song Chi's rapid breathing could be heard.