After saying that, the old man hugged Chen Feng and turned around and left.
When everyone around saw this, they were stunned.
The old man has followed Xia Changqing for many years and has been known to many people. In terms of identity and status, he is much higher than Hong Biao.
They originally wanted to see how Chen Feng would deal with this great Buddha after the arrival of him, but they did not expect that this would be the result.
Hong Biao looked even more ashen, looking at the old man's back, with a cold and cold light in his eyes.
The person he found himself left like this, as if he had slapped him hard.
In addition, he was more confused.
What is this young man’s identity? What makes this old man so afraid of being afraid of offending?
In fact, this cannot be blamed on the old man. He was almost killed by Chen Feng's attack, but now he feels scared when he thinks about it.
Later, the Xia family and Gu Junlin did everything they could to avoid Chen Feng's absence. Although they didn't know why Chen Feng didn't settle the score with the Xia family after he came back, it was always a danger to face this evil star, so it would be better to hide away.
"Uncle Biao, what's going on?"
Just as the old man had just left and everyone was secretly guessing in their hearts what Chen Feng was, a cold voice suddenly came.
Then a young man with only one arm and a gloomy face walked in.
On the surface, this person looks like one arm, but in fact the other arm is hidden in the sleeve. From the outline, it looks a bit slender and seems to be disabled.
Another acquaintance!
Looking at the visitor, Chen Feng was happy!
This guy is not the arrogant young master of the Wu family, who can he have?
That shrinking arm became like this entirely because of him.
"Young Master, what I said on the phone before was that this kid doesn't take the Wu family seriously at all. He must let him see how powerful we are..."
Hong Biao didn't know the whole story, but after seeing Wu Zhenyang, he immediately pointed at Chen Feng and scolded him.
"Shut up!"
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Zhenyang sternly.
Looking at Chen Feng in front of him blankly, Wu Zhenyang's eyes were completely gone without the hostility and resentment of the past, and all that was left was expectation and begging.
No one knows how he spent this time when he suddenly lost an arm!
My former friends and brothers and sisters in the family gradually became alienated from him because of his dry arms, and he looked at him like a monster.
In life, it is difficult to lose an arm.
In despair many times, he almost chopped off the broken arm with a knife.
But in the end, he still held back!
The person who tied the bell must untie it!
He believed that Chen Feng must have a way to restore that arm.
After experiencing the diagnosis of countless doctors and being helpless, Chen Feng almost became his only hope.
Taking a long breath, Wu Zhenyang bowed deeply to Chen Feng in the surprised eyes of everyone.
"Chen Feng, please, I really know that I'm wrong. You are very compassionate and give me your arm back!"
What's going on?
Not only were everyone else stunned, Hong Biao was even more dumbfounded and looked disbelief.
"Mr. Wu, do you understand what you are doing?"
Wu Zhenyang turned around and looked at him coldly, shouting: "What do I do? You don't need to teach me, get out!"
When Hong Biao heard this, he stood there on the spot.
Time and time again, this time the slap is even more harsh.