Master Zhu and Mrs. Zhu were so angry that he held his breath. He shook his sleeves hard and walked angrily in front.

The maids supported Mrs. Zhu and followed behind.

Fifteen walked leisurely at the end, thinking about what method to use to ask about the whereabouts of Fourteen from these two old guys.

But Fifteen's ears were so good that he heard the conversation between father and son.

"Father, was that young master of the Zhu family when he was a young man? I don't think he was a fake, but it seems that he is really not the young master of the Zhu family?"

"If you ask about other people's family affairs, you can do what you need to do today."

"Yes, father."

When he arrived at the study, Fifteen said to the maid in the room, "You all go down and go away so that you won't be able to splash a little..."

The maid looked at Mr. Zhu, Mrs. Zhu. They didn't speak, and they didn't dare to leave.

Fifteen curled his lips and was shameless, so he kicked all the maids out in minutes.

Amid the horrified eyes of Mr. Zhu and his wife, Fifteen waved their sleeves and the door closed with a clang.

Fifteen stretched out his hand, "It's finally quiet. We should have a good talk. You two, I think it's necessary for us to have a deep and heart-to-heart chat."

After saying that, he found a place to sit down first.

That place is exactly where Mr. Zhu usually sits.

Fifteen raised his feet and raised them on the table, "Don't hide them anymore. I know everything I should know, including... what are you guys? Today I will give you a chance to confess and be lenient. You should cherish them, otherwise... I'm really not polite."

Mrs. Zhu cried, "Baoer, you..."

Shiwu interrupted coldly: "Don't call me Baoer, my master's name is Yutian Zhuri. Of course, you have such a humble identity and are not qualified to call me my name."

Mr. Zhu's face changed a few times, and finally said righteously: "I don't know why you said these words we don't understand, but you are Zhu Baoyu. This is a fact that it is as proof as a mountain. What is flowing in your body is the blood of our husband and wife. You...ah..."

Before Master Zhu finished speaking, he was hit in the abdomen with an invisible force, and he screamed and covered his stomach and fell to the ground.

Shiwu looked at him with contempt: "I don't cry until I see the coffin. I still dare to talk nonsense to me. It seems that I am really too polite to you. The blood in my body is the most noble in the world. You guys who are not even humans are still trying to contaminate the blood of my Yutian family and dream..."

Mrs. Zhu even forgot to cry, she threw herself to the ground and helped Master Zhu up, accusing him: "You...how could you get in?"

"You can't stand beating someone? What if I kill him?" Shiwu asked excitedly.

Master Zhu endured the pain and roared: "You dare, if you dare to kill me, you will be a traitor... You will be struck by lightning..."

With a whoosh, Mrs. Zhu only saw a flash in front of her eyes, and the figure of Fifteen disappeared.

The next second, her chest hurt, and her body flew back to the table and rolled down from it.

Mrs. Zhu was in pain. She just cursed Shiwu first, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Shiwu pinching Mr. Zhu's neck at a young age and easily lifting him into the air.

Mr. Zhu's face began to turn red at this moment, like a dead fish, breathing silently...
Chapter completed!