Chapter 963 What Is a Real Man

"Mr. Yu is truly exceptional in his abilities,"

a client who had just signed a contract came out, having seen everything through the glass, filled with admiration for Jingting.

Jingting waved his hand dismissively, not even in the mood for pleasantries, and turned to ask Suizi.

"Are you hurt?"

Suizi felt her heart almost leap out of her throat, those brief two minutes had been an interminable torment for her.

"Quick, check on the two kids," Suizi's voice was hoarse as if sandpaper had scoured it, truly frightened.

Dongdong wasn't seriously injured; a kick from the pig hadn't damaged his muscles or bones, nor had it hit any vital spots. The bruising would heal in a few days.

Chen Tong had it worse though.

One ankle was immobile, his body covered in multiple abrasions, soaked through with urine.

The weather had cooled down by then, and the wind, filtering through the urine-soaked clothes, felt bone-chillingly cold.