Xi Jiu glanced at the light purple coat and emerald green shirt he wore today without expression, and a sarcastic chuckle escaped from his thin lips.
Just like a peacock, it’s okay not to be famous.
Gu Feiyang's words just now had indirectly confirmed Xi Jiu's identity. When the oily man heard that the man in front of him was really Xi Jiu, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
It turned out to be really Master Xi...
The oily-faced man recalled what he had just said, "The number one person in the prince's circle is my nephew." Suddenly, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and even his sweat pores were soaking with cold air.
"Xi, Mr. Xi Xi..." He was so frightened that tears came out, "I, I, I, I..."
"Get out!" Xi Jiu's voice was cold.
The intimidating momentum mixed with violence and blood rushed towards his face. The oily man's breath was stagnant, like a fish out of water gasping for air.
At this moment, a male voice sounded outside the door.
"Isn't it just to steal a woman? Why haven't you come back for so long?"
When the oily man heard this voice, it was as if he heard the voice of hope.
"Nephew, help me! Nephew, help me!" He covered his bleeding forehead and rushed towards the door, just in time to bump into the young man who walked in.
The young man was covered in blood by the oily man, so he immediately pushed him.
"Uncle, what's the matter with you? My clothes are all stained!" The young man called uncle, but he didn't show much respect in his words.
He pulled off his blood-stained clothes in disgust and said impatiently, "Didn't you go and rob that Xu Yi? How long has it been? You can't handle such a small thing smoothly!"
The oily-faced man pointed toward the room with his trembling fingers.
The young man raised his head impatiently and immediately saw Ruan Qi kneeling beside the sofa.
Otherwise, the nephew is like an uncle. When the two uncles and nephews saw the little girl, they had exactly the same evil look in their eyes.
However, the young man was bolder than his uncle. He pushed away the bodyguards surrounding him and walked towards Ruan Qi with a straight look in his eyes.
"Beauty...ah-fuck!!!"
The young man fell hard and his head hit the leg of the chair with a bang.
He hissed in pain and yelled, "Who the hell tripped me!"
"I."
"Who?!" The young man turned his head suddenly. When he saw the speaker, he couldn't help but be startled, "Bai Yuchen?"
"Yes, it's your Grandpa Bai." Bai Yuchen patted the dust on his shoes slowly, "Grandson, why are you giving such a big gift to your grandfather when we first met?"
The young man's expression changed, he got up from the ground, pointed at Bai Yuchen's nose and yelled, "Bai Yuchen, you're looking for death, aren't you?"
Qin Qingdi, who was protecting the calf, suddenly became unhappy.
"Cheng Jiahui, who are you talking to? Why are you yelling at me so much that you are talking shit?!"
As she said this, she picked up a rice bowl and smashed it over.
No matter how useless Cheng Jiahui is, he is still an ancient martial arts disciple of the poisonous Cheng family.
He quickly avoided his job and waved his fist to hit Qin Qingdi.
Bai Yuchen, Boye, and others all stood up instantly.
Cheng Jiahui's attention had been on Ruan Qi just now, and he didn't pay attention to the people in the room at all.
When everyone stood up, he noticed...
All the people in this room are his sworn enemies!
Cheng Jiahui's expression changed several times. His eyes suddenly glanced at Xi Jiu who was sitting motionless, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.