“Lord God, is that you? Aiya, I’m sorry, this old man did not welcome you from afar. Please forgive me!”At this moment, Wang Dazhu also ran out. The crowd moved aside, and he hurriedly walked over and said with an apologetic smile to Meng Jingtian.
“I’m here to look for Yuan Feng. As for his background...”Meng Jingtian glanced at Yuan Feng, who had already been placed on the ground by him and was making faces at the group of devilish children who were being beaten. He patted his head and said.
“The background of the Little Madman?”Wang Dazhu was slightly stunned and furrowed his brows.
He subconsciously pulled Yuan Feng over with a guarded expression. He had long treated Yuan Feng as his own child.
At this moment, after hearing Meng Jingtian’s words, he seemed to have a premonition that they were going to part ways. He subconsciously wanted to keep Yuan Feng.
