My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 93

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Auntie Zhang, standing to the side, was speechless. This old woman had fallen because she tried to hit someone, yet she was blaming others.

But at the same time, she felt some worry, afraid that Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan would get dragged into trouble.

Wen Xiuyan had seen all kinds of people and couldn't be bothered with her. He turned his attention to Jiang Yiqing, whose mood had been off ever since the beginning.

The latter exhaled. "Let's go downstairs."

Wen Xiuyan nodded.

As they were about to leave, they were stopped by Grandma Zhao's fake crying. "You can't leave! You two must pay for my medical and living expenses, and look at what you've done to my grandson, bullying him like this!"

Zhao Zixuan, who had already cried so much that he was out of tears, immediately started crying again upon hearing this.

Whenever his grandma said something like this, as long as he cried, she would get money to buy him snacks.

But Grandma Zhao, an old woman, couldn't stop two grown men. As she saw them about to leave, she urgently shouted, "Wait! My son is very powerful! Just wait for me to call him back, then you'll see!"

"Sure, I'll wait," Wen Xiuyan said, seeing Jiang Yiqing in a bad mood, equally angry.

There was nothing to discuss with someone as unreasonable as Grandma Zhao. Let her son come.

Grandma Zhao truly believed her son was powerful and immediately went to call him.

Meanwhile, Wen Xiuyan and Jiang Yiqing silently went downstairs. There were already people gathered below, and the scene was too horrible to watch. Some of the more timid or soft-hearted people immediately burst into tears.

Jiang Yiqing looked at a certain part of the body and said, "Wrap up the body."

After calming down, Jiang Yiqing's mood had remained steady, which, in turn, made Wen Xiuyan more worried.

The dismembered body was cleaned up, and Jiang Yiqing's gaze turned to a shadow hidden in the corner. It was the familiar little Bichon Frise.

The little dog seemed somewhat confused, but as soon as it saw its own body, its eyes sharpened. Its once-pure dog eyes began to fill with a dark, eerie energy. It tried to rush over, but was burned by the sunlight, forcing it to hide in the shadows. It repeatedly tried to come out, testing the waters.

Without showing any emotion, Jiang Yiqing walked over and whispered, "Come here."

The little dog immediately jumped to Jiang Yiqing's feet, hiding under his shadow. The dark energy in its eyes faded slightly, and it tilted its head curiously at Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing clicked his tongue. What a silly dog. After being bullied like that, it was surprising that even the slightest bit of human kindness could make its resentment ease.

However, since revenge was in order, it was only natural that the victim had to take action themselves. After avenging, those doggy eyes would probably become clear again.

But at this moment, the Bichon Frise's soul was still somewhat weak, so Jiang Yiqing temporarily kept it in the black gold wood to nurse it back to health.

Grandma Zhao made a phone call, summoning both her son and daughter-in-law back. Initially, her son didn't want to take leave; the company had been busy lately, and taking time off would upset his boss.

But Grandma Zhao had a tendency to exaggerate when she spoke. On the phone, she cried and said that she and her grandson had been beaten. As soon as her son heard that, how could he not come back?

Her daughter-in-law, too, didn't like her mother-in-law, but she couldn't just ignore her son. The couple rushed back home in a hurry.

When they got back, Grandma Zhao, nose running and tears flowing, elaborated on the situation with much exaggeration. "Zixuan just threw a dog, what's the big deal? The dog was ours! But they came into our house and tried to beat Zixuan! This is just outrageous, look at how scared my precious grandson was."

Both Father Zhao and Mother Zhao knew full well how their son treated the family dog, and they didn't think much of it. After all, kids would be kids.

It had to be said, you really couldn't mix with people like this.

As soon as Father Zhao heard that his wife and son had been bullied, he was enraged. He rolled up his sleeves and was ready to stir up trouble. Mother Zhao, on the other hand, looked at her son and mother-in-law, and immediately knew that her mother-in-law had embellished the story.

But she didn't stop her husband. Seeing her son crying like that, she too felt heartbroken. There had to be an explanation today.

The whole family, full of righteous indignation, found Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan. Upon seeing the two of them, Father Zhao immediately sensed that they weren't ordinary people, especially Wen Xiuyan. His presence was even more imposing than the big bosses at his company. For some reason, he felt like he had seen this man somewhere before but couldn't place where.

But no matter how powerful they were, what did it matter? They had bullied people, and they needed to apologize and compensate the family. Was there still no justice in this world?

As for the issue of his son mistreating the dog, the dog was theirs—why should outsiders interfere? It was really none of their business!

So, Father Zhao paused for just a moment before launching into a barrage of questions. "You two big men, bullying a child and an old woman—are you even human? You better give us an explanation today!"

"Oh? How did we bully her? Was it when she lunged at us and we dodged, causing her to fall?" Jiang Yiqing mocked with a smile.

"You..." Father Zhao was left speechless, and he began spouting nonsense and trying to shift the blame.

Jiang Yiqing frowned as he listened. No wonder Zhao Zixuan turned out to be a psychological freak—seemed like the whole family was messed up.

After being mocked a few times, Father Zhao couldn't hold back and wanted to make a move, shouting about compensation.

Jiang Yiqing couldn't help but laugh. This family was truly something else. They actually had the nerve to demand compensation. He lowered his head and touched the beads on his wrist.

Wen Xiuyan understood that talking more with such people would only ruin his mood, so he couldn't be bothered to say anything else. "If you want to talk specifics about compensation, you can talk to my assistant."

Father Zhao paused for a second. Looking at the man's overwhelming presence, he dryly said, "You... What are you pretending for?"

Assistant? Ha, what a joke!

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