"Couldn't you be more content with yourself? Do you have to mess around here?"

He Zhaozhao looked at Ye Hao with a slight frown.

"Also, now I believe that a drop of your blood can save my mother, you can go up and show it!"

"After my mother wakes up, I will reward you with ten million yuan!"

He Zhaozhao had a proud expression on his face.

"Ye Hao, cherish this opportunity to become famous. It is your chance to make a name for yourself through us and your family!"

"From now on, you have gained a place in the Feng Shui circles of the two cities in Hong Kong."

"You don't have to thank me, this opportunity is my gift to you!"

He Zhaozhao was obviously asking for help, but he had a superior attitude.

It's hard to imagine how a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl could become like this.

But considering that her mother is Huo Qiulian, it seems to make sense again.

"I'm sorry, and Missy."

Ye Hao shrugged.

"I'm not interested in being a Feng Shui master, and I don't need you and my family to give me a chance to save face."

"So, you should find another talented person."

"you--"

He Zhaozhao pointed at Ye Hao at this moment, trembling with anger.

"My mother is dying, hurry up and treat her!"

"My mother was delayed, can you be responsible?"

"Let me tell you, if something happens to my mother because of you, I want you to be buried with my mother!"

He Zhaozhao looked at Ye Hao with an expression of hating iron but not steel.

"Don't think that you can get more benefits by holding it!"

"I tell you, if you don't save people, you will gain nothing!"

Obviously, He Zhaozhao felt that he, Su Shaolin, Shi Xiaolan and others all recognized Ye Hao's accomplishments in Fengshui and believed that he could solve Huo Qiulian's bewitching.

Ye Hao should be grateful to Dade, after all, this is an opportunity to become famous!

At this moment, Ye Hao should respectfully go up to save people after all, instead of pretending to be here and holding it here.

How prominent her own mother is, she is willing to let the blood of an inferior person like Ye Hao stain her noble face, this is simply the blessing of Ye Hao's eight lifetimes of cultivation.

"Miss He, you misunderstood a little, that is, you lose face with me!"

Ye Hao looked at He Zhaozhao indifferently, with disdain and indifference: "It's not difficult for me to make another move."

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