Another mouthful, Wu Shao slapped him doubting his life. He felt that his father's slap was like a steel plate hitting him. He fell to the ground and felt a severe pain all over his body.

Finally, Mr. Wu seemed to see that only when Chen Fan calmed down could he stop all this. He ran to Chen Fan with difficulty:

"Master, I was wrong. I know you are a big shot, otherwise my dad wouldn't treat me like this. Say something, don't let my dad beat me. This old guy is too strong."

Wu Shao cried and called his mother. Wu Ming was a master of metaphysics. He knew magic and naturally he would make a few strokes. Every slap he slapped at was so painful.

Wu Ming hit it in his hand, and it hurts in his heart, but he must hit it.

Who is Chen Fan?

The one who killed this day actually dared to show off his power in front of Chen Fan. Isn’t this asking for death?

If Chen Fan is angry, who can hold on?

Who can be present?

This little bastard is thanks to his knowing Chen Fan, otherwise it might be difficult to be kind to this day.

"Okay."

Chen Fan drank a glass of red wine, looked at the embarrassing and sour Young Master Wu, and shook his head, "If it weren't for your opinion that you were Wu Ming's son, would you think you could finish it just by calling me?"

"Master, I'm really wrong."

If Mr. Wu had just suspected that Chen Fan was a little capable before, he could guess that no matter what Chen Fan was, he would guess that it would be difficult to mess with him when he saw his father's attitude.

I have never seen my father so angry. Mr. Wu was so scared.

That's all for this matter.

Wu Ming then pulled Mr. Wu up and glared at him with a look of regret.

But at this moment, a harsh sound came.

"Haha, Master Wu Ming, when did you become so polite? A young man, what about you?"

The crowd surged.

"In this alley, Wu Ming, although you don't say that you have a top-notch status, no one knows your name, and you have to sell it for a little bit. Why is it like this today? It's like timid in front of a young man? What does it mean? It's not the style of the Wu family.

Have you encountered any difficulties? Just tell me the Zhu family."

A middle-aged man in a suit and ties walked out from the crowd next to him, wearing a pair of golden glasses, with a pair of black sides, and a combed with smooth and smooth combed. He wanted to look at him as a mirror. His eyes appeared, and there were a group of people following him, all from the Zhu family in the alley.

Wu Ming and the Zhu family have never been very friendly. Even their son and the young master of the Zhu family are rivals, often scolding each other and making fun of each other.

The same is true for the previous generation.

"The Zhu family and Wu Ming are in dispute again. Tsk tsk."

"These two often have verbal battles. I don't know why. Does anyone know?"

"I don't know this? It's actually very simple."

"What's going on?"

"It is said that the Zhu family was powerful and powerful in the past. I heard that Wu Ming could look at Feng Shui. At that time, Wu Ming was not famous and not that strong, and his influence was far inferior to that now. At that time, Wu Ming was asked by the Zhu family to help them look at Feng Shui. Wu Ming did not agree and was forcibly tied up. In the end, he was angry that their family's Feng Shui was not good because there was a problem with the ancestral tomb and he had to change the direction.

In the end, the Zhu family actually dug out the ancestral tomb and turned the direction. Who knew that the luck would decline and the business would continue to decline. Later, they learned that the ancestral tomb had been changed and almost killed Wu Ming.
Chapter completed!