As the saying goes, Buddhas have three parts of fire.

An ordinary disabled person is said to the word "disabled" in person, and he will still be angry.

Not to mention, it is Zhou Yan's identity.

Feng Chenglin also realized for a moment that he was wrong: "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm unintentional... I have no malice, I mean..."

He wanted to explain something, but found that he really couldn't explain it!

Besides, there are still so many around, and the look of trying to kill him.

"Okay, I can only say, I'm really sorry, I don't know... I blurted out subconsciously just now, and there was absolutely no intention of disrespect!"

Waving his hand, he smiled embarrassedly.

"That, you... have a good temperament, although... that's it, but overall, it's majestic and murderous intent! Much better than some standing there!"

Although Zhou Yan is thin and weak, he has a sense of sharpness on his body.

People who can have this kind of aura will definitely not be weak!

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly sunken—

Logically speaking, Feng Chenglin is so rude, and the people of the Zhou family should teach them a lesson whether they are for the sake of Zhou Yan's face or to establish their authority in front of the Yan family.

But strangely, both the Zhou family and the Yan family seemed to have nothing to happen, and they were still standing there quietly, without saying anything!

Feng Chenglin also realized something was wrong, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally shut up.

Zhou Yan crossed his fingers, rested quietly on his legs, and knocked comfortably, with a very quiet wind.

And Bach is the exact opposite of him.

He knew exactly who Zhou Yan was.

The more silent he remained, the bigger the storm he might be!

However, due to the Yan family's face, he could not speak first, so as not to lose to the Zhou family in terms of momentum.

Azi pushed Zhou Yan forward and bowed and retreated.

Bach hesitated for a moment, took two steps forward, and stood three steps away from Zhou Yan, holding his fists and saluting.

"What advice do you have for the Third Young Master?"

"I dare not give advice, I just... I want to ask for something with Ba guard!"

“…what?”

Zhou Yan pointed his fingertips at Feng Chenglin: "He!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

m-m-p!

Why it is him!

Could it be because this guy is stingy and wants to abuse himself if he orders him!?

Bach chuckled: "It's just a slave, the third young master is not polite!"

He pointed at the side, and he signaled his subordinates to take Feng Chenglin out.

Although Feng Chenglin didn't want to, Ling Luoyu didn't say anything. He had to resist a little, and his arm was pinched and pushed to Bach.

Bach took the initiative, grabbed his arm and pushed it to Azi.

"Does the Third Young Master want other people?"

"No!"

Zhou Yan raised his fingertips lightly and glanced at Ling Luoyu and others casually.

"We both have a slave contract. Whoever the slave on the ground is his own... Whether they are alive or dead is up to you!"

"Okay, we won't bother the Third Young Master!"

Bach saluted again, said goodbye to Zhou Yan, turned around and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take away the slaves.

"Three Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin chased after two steps, wanting to remind Ling Luoyu to be careful.

But Zhou Yan looked at that moment, and his eyes were funny: "Is there something wrong?"

Feng Chenglin immediately realized that there was also a "three young master" here!

"It's okay...I just want to ask, where will they be taken?"

"They are slaves, where do you say, be taken?"

Zhou Yan turned the wheelchair and looked at the Yaohuan in his hand.

"Can I see your Yaohuan?"
Chapter completed!