"Small fry?"
Zhang Zhongmou's eyes squinted subconsciously.
He was already advanced in age, yet this young was calling him a small fry.
'This rascal...'
'This is really suspicious!'
'Could it be that even this tender and young face was intentionally faked?'
'Looking at the age of his bones, he should be only in his twenties!'
Zhang Zhongmou panicked a little. 'If this guy can even fake his bone age, how strong must he be to be able to fool me?'
'Since when did the Zhang family provoke such a strong enemy?'
'As for whether this guy here is really as ordinary as he looks…'
'What kind of a joke would that be!'
'Which person of the young generation would dare to act like this in front of me?'
'Perhaps he doesn't want to live!'
Zhang Zhongmou suppressed his suspicions, swallowed his saliva, and struggled to reply, "You, who are you?"
Xu Xiaoshou casually strolled in the air.
