Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, there was a bald young man wearing a military robe. He walked in unscrupulously at this moment, with the attitude of being the best in the world.
And this middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of companions, stepped forward, unhurriedly, but with strong pressure.
In the king's box, Ye Hao, who was tapping Erlang's legs and drinking tea, casually cast his eyes on the middle-aged man and said lightly: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't look like Fan Abu..."
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"
The middle-aged man took off his glasses, took out a tissue to wipe them, and then said with an indifferent expression: "Are you Ye Hao?"
As he spoke, his cold eyes fell on Ye Hao.
Young, thin, and although he has an extraordinary temperament, he is still an ordinary person.
All we can say is that Sarek is really useless. With so many people, he can't even deal with such a person, and he still has to ask for help.
This son is considered useless.
When he heard the other party's question, Ye Hao didn't have much reaction. He just looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with interest and quickly judged that this group of people should be from the Sha family.
Sarek said that he was so awesome, but after all, his status was too low.
How could he have the right to call Van Abbu directly?
Therefore, the person calling could only be his father.
"Mr. Sha is asking you something! Have you become mute?"
Seeing that Ye Hao was indifferent and had a scrutinizing expression on his face, the bald Tianzhu young man stepped forward, stared at Ye Hao and said.
Ye Hao ignored him and said lightly: "Are you Sarek's biological father?"
Hearing these words, the bald Tianzhu young man roared angrily and said: "You bastard, are you allowed to shout Sha Shao's name randomly?"
When several beautiful women heard this, they all looked disdainful.
Do you even dare to shout Sha Shao’s name?
Which onion does this guy think he has?
"Ah Meng, don't be impulsive."
"How many times have I told you, don't hit or kill anyone you meet? Give them a chance to talk."
"Otherwise I would have to question a corpse every time, which would be very troublesome."
The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop A Zhuang, looking calm and calm, but the threat in his words was very strong.
Ordinary people would probably be scared to death.
Then, the middle-aged man squinted at Ye Hao for a moment, then said with a smile: "Let me introduce myself, I am Sha Sanguang, the second caste in Tianzhu, and the Sha family."
"At the same time, I am also Sarek's father."
Ye Hao said lightly: "Oh, so what? Do you want to help your son stand up?"
"I have roughly understood the entire conflict between you and Sarek."
Sha Sanguang smiled at Ye Hao and then put on his glasses.
He doesn't have the fearless aura of Sarek, but has a bit more elegance: "I think there is no point in talking about right and wrong in conflicts here."
"After all, we are all adults, and in the adult world, there is no right or wrong, only strength and weakness."
"I wonder, Mr. Ye, if you agree with what I said?"
Ye Hao said lightly: "So what if you approve it? So what if you don't approve it?"
"There is no difference." Sha Sanguang chuckled, "At least, there is no difference here."
"I'm here, there's only one thing."
"That is, help my son breathe a sigh of relief and then take him home."
"Are you going to destroy yourself, or are you going to wait for my people to do it?"