Whimpering... Squeak!
As Tang Feng and the others were discussing Jiang Chen, a stretched Lincoln stopped at the entrance of the mansion, right next to Tang Yulin and two others.
Click, click, click!
The car door opened, and an elderly man, two middle-aged men, and a young man stepped out.
"Second Young Master, Third Young Master, Miss Zhuge!" The four men bowed in succession towards Tang Yulin and his companions.
Tang Feng and another nodded towards the four, and Tang Yulin, with a light chuckle, said, "Mr. Jiang, Jiang Bing, you and your son have come a bit late!"
"Second Young Master, it wasn't intentional. I arrived at Xi Bo early and was waiting for Xiaobing. When Xiaobing was resting in a service area near Xi Bo, they were attacked by villains. Old Chen died, and Xiaobing and his younger brother barely escaped with their lives!" said Jiang Wenlong, his face full of sorrow.
"Old Chen died? Who did it?" Tang Yulin's face darkened, as a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
