Wu Bin quickly dodged, not letting anyone catch him.
His brows furrowed tightly, and he glared fiercely at the two people in front of him.
He was in a bad mood. He had been happy about the little girl who'd spoken positively about him earlier, feeling like he had a way out. Now, his mood had plummeted to rock bottom.
And it was all because of the two people in front of him.
If they hadn't had any prior interactions with him, it wouldn't be a big deal.
But it wasn't them; it was those young people who came to cause him trouble. How could Wu Bin possibly swallow this anger?
Wu Bin directly grabbed the arm of the middle-aged woman, looking down at her from above, and said without hesitation,
"You want to morally blackmail me, using public pressure to force me to agree to let your son off?"
"Someone had already recorded the entire process when you appeared in the hallway. Are you sure your son's image can be salvaged once this gets online?"
