"I've said it before. I don't care about grades, and today's grades won't represent the future. I still believe in you." Han Sanqian said.

Shuyang's gratitude to Han Sanqian cannot be expressed in words.

Look at those celebrating. Workshop No. 44 seemed extraordinarily deserted and lonely, which made Shuyang feel sorry for Han Sanqian even more, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must bring Han Sanqian back a good grade next time.

Originally, at this time, Fang Shuo and his gang had a good reason to show off in front of Han Sanqian, but they had seen Han Sanqian's brutality before, and they could only hold back their showing off at this moment, and no one dared to show off. Jump in front of Han Sanqian.

"Fuck! This... who is this!"

"Isn't this Han Tiansheng! Why did he come here?"

"Does he still like racing cars? He actually showed up in person."

A group of rich second generations who were celebrating together were amazed when they saw Han Tiansheng's appearance.

On the day of Wu Youfeng's birthday banquet, almost all of them were present and witnessed Han Tiansheng's strength with their own eyes.

Originally, these people thought that Han Tiansheng's being in the Chinese district was too mythical, and they didn't take Han Tiansheng's matter seriously at all, but after Wu Youfeng's birthday banquet, no one dared to underestimate Han Tiansheng anymore. And the fear of Han Tiansheng in his heart almost became a shadow.

Delivering the coffin at the birthday banquet forced Wu Youfeng to hang himself. No one has the right to underestimate such a shocking event.

Even Ma Feihao, who was usually so arrogant, became nervous after seeing Han Tiansheng.

Trotting all the way to Han Tiansheng's side, Ma Feihao shouted tremblingly: "Mr. Han, I didn't expect you to be interested in racing. Do you need me to introduce today's champion to you?"

"How can I pay attention to the games of you little brats, thinking that winning the championship will give me face? What a joke." Han Tiansheng said disdainfully, facing anyone. His expressions were very straightforward, and he didn't save Ma Feihao any face.

And Ma Feihao didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod his head repeatedly and said, "Mr. Han is right. This is just a small game. How could he get into the eyes of Mr. Han?"

Superficial obedience does not mean that Ma Feihao can accept it calmly in his heart. His idea at the moment is to let Han Tiansheng be as arrogant as he can. After his uncle came back, he would naturally have a chance to vent his anger.

"I wonder if Mr. Han needs my help?" Ma Feihao asked.

"If I, Han Tiansheng, need help from a brat like you, it would be a big joke if I spread the word." Han Tiansheng said with a mocking face.

Ma Feihao wished he could slap himself twice. If he had known Han Tiansheng's attitude earlier, why would he put his face in front of Han Tiansheng to be slapped?

"However, it's still okay for you to follow along to see the excitement." Han Tiansheng's tone changed quickly, which made Ma Feihao puzzled.

lively?

Could it be that Han Tiansheng hadn't made enough noise at Wu Youfeng's birthday banquet before, so did he have to make a fuss in the arena?

Which unlucky guy was targeted by Han Tiansheng, isn't this a dead end?

When Han Tiansheng walked towards workshop No. 44, all the rich second generations who watched the excitement followed behind him. And when these people confirmed Han Tiansheng's goal, they all fell into trouble.

"Brother Hao, Han Tiansheng is going to trouble Han Sanqian. I didn't expect that this grandson would dare to provoke Han Tiansheng." Fang Shuo said eagerly. Seeing Han Sanqian suffer, now Han Tiansheng personally came to trouble Han Sanqian, Fang Shuo wished to see the scene of hanging himself again.

Ma Feihao didn't expect that Han Tiansheng's spearhead would be directed at Han Sanqian, but he had a different idea from Fang Shuo. He hoped to take revenge in person. After all, after his uncle came back, he would have the strength to take revenge.

If Han Tiansheng killed Han Sanqian easily, it would be too cheap for Ma Feihao.

"Are you Han Sanqian?" Han Tiansheng asked Han Sanqian after he walked to Workshop No. 44.

Han Tiansheng's appearance did not surprise Han Sanqian, and he said lightly, "I am."

"Kneel down." Han Tiansheng reprimanded in a cold voice. JrNovels.com