Shi Feng's conversation with Weng Anhe was mostly incomprehensible to the majority of people, but all they needed to know was that Shi Feng was extremely badass.
"Is this your dad?" Weng Nanqing whispered to Shi Hao, leaning close to his ear, her heart pounding erratically.
Shi Hao nodded, "The real deal."
Weng Nanqing couldn't help but roll her eyes. Even now he had to crack a joke.
Shi Hao felt a bit flustered, Sister Weng was leaning in too close, her breath was fragrant, causing his heart to flutter, and her face was as beautiful as a blooming flower, irresistibly charming.
After all, he was just a twenty-two-year-old young man, full of vigor.
This was too tempting.
Watching him and Weng Nanqing whispering to each other, Weng Bingbai felt like he was going to cough up blood.
Come on, he had a severed finger, was lying on the ground groaning, and his grandfather was still burying his head in the ground, not lifting it for a long time!
