Ah, the way Master Xiang talks, it almost made Liu Zhizhong, Feng Xiaoyue, and the Zheng couple burst out laughing.
But the Yuan mother and son were furious, glaring intensely.
Zhou Jinhua shouted angrily, "Old geezer, you're the one who ate explosives! Your grandson, Xiang Wenhua, isn't he acquainted with Liu Zhizhong?"
"Oh, oh! It's so funny! The night before yesterday, Wenhua and I were having dinner together, and we talked about Liu Jizhong! He said Liu Jizhong is extrely outstanding, soone he plans to ntor and cultivate! How about that, Jinhua little chicken, it seems you also care quite a bit about this young man? What's going on..."
Master Xiang's tear-inducing Mandarin was almost making everyone laugh.
Zhou Jinhua was utterly furious, cursed, and hung up the phone.
She exchanged glances with her son, then looked at Liu Zhizhong and the others struggling to hold in their laughter. It was really infuriating!
At the Southwest Conference, Liu Zhizhong had the Qian Family and Zheng Family supporting him, and the Southern Conference also supported Liu Zhizhong. The Yuan Family in Tiandu wanted to suppress Liu Zhizhong, but it was truly not feasible, not easy at all, and really damaged their status.
In the end, Zhou Jinhua directly said to her son, "Let's go!"
Master Yuan gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Liu Zhizhong, and shouted, "You lucked out this ti! If we catch you slipping, no one will be able to protect you then! Feng Xiaoyue, I still admire you, I hope you can..."
"What are you talking about? Let's go! Just a little widow, is she that valuable? Stop babbling!"
Zhou Jinhua snapped at her son, then grabbed her limited edition bag and stord out.
Master Yuan quickly grabbed his bag and followed his mother out.
Behind them, eight imposing bodyguards hurriedly followed.
Over here, Zheng Xitong quickly got up with his wife to see them off, "Hey, Mrs. Yuan, take it easy! Don't rush back to Tiandu so quickly? No matter what, we should show so hospitality here, why don't you two stay for lunch? I've already arranged it..."
"Lunch? No lunch! Zheng Xitong, I won't forget this! Stop pretending! Don't see off, don't see off!!!"
Finally, Zhou Jinhua, hysterical and furious, stord off.
Zheng Xitong had no choice but to nod, hug his wife, and stand still, but he loudly said, "Mrs. Yuan, Master Yuan, have a safe trip, sorry we can't see you off farther!"
In his eyes, the mother and son left along with the eight security guards, retreating from the VIP reception room in a hurry, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Their private jet landed not long ago; the engines were still hot. Ah, they ca quickly and left quickly.
Zheng Xitong gave a signal to one of his bodyguards. The bodyguard was intuitive and imdiately went out to check.
Soon, the bodyguard returned, saying, "Third Master, they've left, heading to their private jet."
Zheng Xitong nodded, smiling proudly at Liu Zhizhong and Feng Xiaoyue. His smile was genuine, not a "smiling tiger" but true joy!
Imdiately, Liu Zhizhong and Feng Xiaoyue also laughed, unable to hold it in!
Liu Zhizhong gave a thumbs up, "Ah, Third Uncle is indeed the Third Uncle, playing out of the script, and the impact is excellent!"
"Hmm?" Zheng Xitong frowned slightly, putting on a southern accent, "What's up, Liu Jizhong, still calling Third Uncle?"
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