"Laugh at your mother's desert! My family's old man's prestige is not something you can dare to belittle!"
Seeing Lin Fan and the other person, seemingly unshaken by the prestige of his old man.
Ye Jizong was visibly extremely displeased and grew more furious.
It felt like a punch landed on cotton, a sense of futility and helplessness.
"If you know what's good for you, bow down and apologize until I'm satisfied, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
Lin Fan patted Wang Meng's shoulder, whose face had become stern.
Then, he forcibly helped Feng Cui and her son up, giving them a comforting look.
Turning around, he frowned at the fiercely threatening Ye Jizong, interrupting him directly.
"Not just you, even if your old man comes, he would still have to kneel down obediently!"
Angry at heart, Lin Fan stopped wasting words and directly took out his phone.
Relying on past memories, he pressed Ye Yunjing's private number.
