"Quiet, leave him alone, let him go!"

"Isn't he very powerful? Isn't he very proud?"

"A door-to-door son-in-law who was born in the countryside is still dragging two to five to eighty thousand. He pretends to be poor all day long, and he doesn't even look down on a job of 30,000 a month."

"It's good now, let him suffer a little bit and learn a lesson, so that he doesn't know how to behave in the future?"

"Dad, why are you doing this?"

"Brother Ye Fan is also sister Qiu's husband, he is our relative."

"Are you really going to die?" Lu Wenjing said bitterly as she looked at her father with her beautiful eyes flushed.

However, Lu Mingze remained unmoved.

"It's not that Dad doesn't help him, but that he doesn't know what to do and doesn't deserve my help."

Lu Mingze said sarcastically, he was undoubtedly very dissatisfied with Ye Fan.

This country boy, he didn't have the ability to say nothing, and he couldn't bear to ask for help, so he had to let others rush to help him.

He's not his father, of course Lu Mingze won't get used to him!

"Hmph, you can do whatever you like to help. Anyway, I'm going to help my brother Ye Fan." Lu Wenjing snorted angrily, then got up and was about to get off the bus.

How could Lu Mingze let her go by herself: "Okay, okay, your daughter, I really lost to you."

"Can't I help him?"

"I really don't know what ecstasy drug that brat gave you to make you treat a son-in-law so well?"

Lu Mingze was also very helpless, he couldn't hold back his daughter, so he had to go down to help Ye Fan.

When Lu Mingze went down, Ye Fan was surrounded by many people.

The man with the scar was smoking a cigarette, leaning against the car door, looking at the young man in front of him.

"You are Ye Fan?"

"I'm not afraid of death. If I told you to come down, you really did come down."

"I thought you'd be too scared to even walk?" the man with the scar shook his head and smiled.

Ye Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and replied flatly: "These people are not enough to scare me."

Um?

"Good boy, are you still so arrogant when you are about to die?"

"No wonder it offends people!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the man with the scar immediately frowned, and the smile on his mouth became even colder.

In the end, the man with the scar seemed to have lost his patience. He spit out the cigarette in one gulp, stepped on it and crushed it fiercely.

That piercing sound, like the sound of gravel being crushed, echoed quietly under the darkness of night.

"Stinky boy, tell me, how did you die?" JrNovels.com