"Sister Wei Ya, you can be matched by just anyone, not to mention that this guy is still a cripple, Wu Shao is much better than him!" The group of teenagers around began to follow suit.
Seeing this, Ye Han shook his head helplessly, no matter where he was, these bullying little guys were always indispensable.
That's right, in Ye Han's eyes, this group of young people who are not a few years younger than him are just little guys.
"Don't worry, I don't need you to hurry, I won't be able to stay in Yanjing City for a few days." Ye Han smiled lightly.
"Hey, Sister Wei Ya, look, this guy scares him with just a few words. Such a person is not worthy of your status at all, and he is not even qualified to be a friend."
However, at this moment, a somewhat low-key Hongqi car stopped in front of Ye Han.
Afterwards, an old man in a Tang suit got off the car. The old man looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head. When he saw the young man in the Chinese tunic suit, his old face suddenly showed The restless fluctuations hurried over and shouted, "Master Sun."
Ye Han nodded and said, "Grandpa Ke, I haven't seen you for a year, and you've become a bit old."
"Hehe, the older you get, the older you get. After living a long time, you should be old long ago, Young Master Sun, let's go!" Ke Yanke said with a gratified smile.
Ye Han nodded, and followed Ke Yanke into the red flag car.
Several young men and women watched the very low-key Hongqi car leave.
However, their eyes were very shocked, because they, the high-ranking children of Yanjing City, knew what that license plate number represented best!
"That's the special car of Mr. Yan from the Yan family!" Wu Daxiong said with a shocked face, how can ordinary people get in Mr. Yan's special car.
"I think I understand why he gave me a familiar feeling. It turned out to be him!" Sister Erlan took a deep breath, but she could see the deep shock in her eyes.
"Sister Erlan, do you know him?" Lin Weiya and another girl asked in surprise.
"I know him, but he doesn't know me!" Thinking of the young man who once ruled the city of Yanjing, Sister Er Lan couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly, and then she looked at Wu Daxiong and others and said; "Wu Daxiong, if I am you, go back now and beg Mr. Wu, maybe you can still be saved, otherwise, once he gets angry, your Wu family will disappear in an instant!"
Hearing this, Wu Daxiong was startled, and the people around him were also shocked, in Yanjing City, they knew who they could provoke and who they couldn't!
Could it be that the guy who got into Mr. Yan's special car just now really has some unnatural background?
"Sister Erlan, who is he?" Lin Weiya couldn't help urging curiously.
"Do you still remember how the heroes of the past perished? Do you remember how the Nalan family, Han, Jiang, Yan, and even the few heroes who dominated the north perished?"
Sister Erlan seemed to be older and more mature than them. What she said at this moment shocked everyone present.
Because at this moment, they all thought of the same person, the young man who once dominated the city of Yanjing, who is famous all over the world, even now, he is an existence that is forbidden by the major families to provoke!
"It must be him, and he is the only one who has such a close relationship with the Yan family. Damn it, why are we so unlucky, Young Master Wu, what should we do now?"
what to do? Wu Daxiong has no idea now.
Yan family compound!
Coming here again, looking at this familiar courtyard, Ye Han's heart was also a little excited. That old man, one year old, is he still in good health?
At this moment, in a quiet courtyard in the Yan family compound, Mr. Yan was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes slightly closed.
He knew the news of Ye Han's coming to Yanjing today. After being excited, all he had left was anticipation. He was calmly waiting for his grandson's arrival.
"It's windy outside, let me push you into the house to rest!"
Ye Han quietly came behind Old Man Yan. Hearing this familiar voice, Old Man Yan couldn't help but get excited again. JrNovels.com