After he closed the door, the world went silent. Only then did Liang Yueze ask, "How are her injuries?"
"It shouldn't be a big problem, she looks fine." Lu Xingzhi said, "Big Bro, I want Zhao Zhuangzong to spend the rest of his life in prison."
"Your wife's injuries aren't that serious. It might be difficult to lock him up for the rest of his life but I will make use of my resources. However, it shouldn't be a problem to lock him up for about ten, twenty years. As long as we get him into jail, we are the ones who decide whether he gets to see the sun again. This is not a big deal." Liang Yueze paused for a while and continued by asking him in a serious tone, "Is it necessary?"
Lu Xingzhi clenched his phone and remained silent for quite some while. He slightly furrowed his eyebrows. He lowered his gaze and stared at her face with wounds. His hatred was relentless and he did not restrain it from overflowing out of his heart. "Yes, it is."