Zhao He flew into a rage, and he struck out a wave of spiritual energy toward Qiao Mu like a venomous snake.
Mo Lian was furious. He flew up and landed beside Qiao Mu. With a flick of his sleeve, the spiritual energy Zhao He shot over ricocheted back the way it came.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a long down coat strode into the exhibition hall with his wife.
The Jing family members standing at the door were stunned silly.
F*ck, isn’t this…
We have to hurry up and inform Sixth Master. If they bump into him, wouldn’t it be awkward?
Master Xu reached out to take off his sunglasses. “Are those people at the door from the Jing family?”
“It seems so.”
“Enemies are really bound to meet on a narrow road. It would be great if I could meet that brat Jing Hanchuan. I haven’t seen him in a long time. We can even have lunch together and…” He smiled. “… catch up.”
The woman beside him smiled helplessly. She felt that it was common for children to fight and bleed. She didn’t understand why her husband took it to heart and hated him for more than twenty years.
Actually, Jing Hanchuan knew to carry their daughter on his back to see a doctor back then.
At the very least, he was responsible and dared to take responsibility.
