CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: IS IT LOVE OR OBSESSION? (PART 5)

Sheng Jianan reached out, unbuttoning his suit one by one, casually tossing the jacket to Qiao Zi, then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves. Turning his head slightly, he said to the others, "Get out."

Qiao Zi hurriedly instructed the detention center staff to wait outside. It was obvious the CEO was in an extremely foul mood today, and anyone present was likely to become his target.

In the dimly lit small room, only Sheng Jianan and those hooligans remained. Sheng Jianan casually pulled a chair over and sat down, tugging at his tie, "Did you use your hands or your feet? Own up? Or should I ask?"

"Who are you, yo, what’s with that look? Want to fight with us or something?"

The blond who had ignored Sheng Jianan earlier swaggered over, reaching out to poke Sheng Jianan as a show of force, but before his hand could touch Sheng Jianan’s clothes, his entire arm was twisted into an impossible angle.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed from within. Although the detention center had excellent soundproofing, those outside still clearly heard it and couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

Qiao Zi glanced at the tightly shut door and sighed softly. She certainly believed in Sheng Jianan’s skills; those hooligans, even with knives, couldn’t be his match. But given Sheng Jianan’s status, how could he possibly deal with these hooligans personally? Wouldn’t that be beneath him?

More screams echoed from the small room, and it was a long time before it finally went quiet.

Sheng Jianan still sat upright in the chair. Besides a few dirty handprints on his clothes, nothing else had changed, but those he had knocked to the ground weren’t so lucky. Including the first troublesome blond, everyone’s eyes were filled with fear. Compared to this man, the police seemed almost too kind.

"I’ll ask one more time, who slapped her?"

"Sir, sir, we really didn’t lie, really no one slapped her, really didn’t... Ah..."

About half an hour later, Sheng Jianan came out. Qiao Zi quickly handed him the coat. His expression still sour, Sheng Jianan didn’t say a word to the detention staff and got into the car. After finishing up the remaining matters, Qiao Zi followed out.

In the car, Qiao Zi couldn’t help but speak as she looked at the man with a sour face sitting in the backseat with his eyes closed, "CEO, you really shouldn’t have dealt with those hooligans personally. How could they be worthy of you getting your hands dirty?"

Only someone like Qiao Zi, who had been by Sheng Jianan’s side for years, dared to say "really shouldn’t." Sheng Jianan slightly opened his eyes, disdainfully looked at his own hand, "Hmm, it’s quite dirty."

Qiao Zi was about to say something else when she heard her boss say, "They messed with my person, should I let someone else deal with it?"

A chilling remark left Qiao Zi speechless.

Right, who did they bully? Young Madam Sheng!

As her husband, if his wife was bullied, wouldn’t it be expected for the husband to step in?

Is there anything wrong with that? Obviously not, but... Qiao Zi sweated inwardly, silently started the car, and secretly scorned someone a little. Previously, whenever Young Madam was mentioned, it was always with disdain. How quickly things had changed, now saying "my person." Qiao Zi really wanted to ask, "Dear, doesn’t your face hurt?"