As he spoke, Wu Zhiqing's face stiffened in place, somewhat at a loss for laughter or tears.
Even though it was a small county town, far from the urban district, after all, they were all part of the same city, and he had heard of Li Chuntian's big name.
This was going to be troublesome.
One was Young Master Chen, with a very deep background;
The other was the fearless Yang Hucheng, who also had a formidable father!
Just then, a shrill voice came from not too far away, "You little brat, still bullying my son relying on your deadbeat dad, huh! I've long wanted to slap you, if it weren't for your father's sake, now, hmph!"
"Your dad's dead! And he died a horrible death at that! Your mom's dead too! You've become a genuine orphan now!"
A woman in her thirties or forties, corpulent in figure, strode over with four or five fierce men following behind, all with a sinister gleam on their faces.
