The middle-aged man was seething with murderous intent, but in the end, he had more restraint than Zhou Qi and did not lash out rashly.
However, the sight of Chen Yang casually sitting in the rattan chair was incredibly irritating, no matter how he looked at it.
He asked, "Who are you, and which family do you belong to?"
Chen Yang said teasingly, "Are you checking household registrations? Are you a cop? Please show me your police badge; otherwise, I have the right not to cooperate with you."
"You..." the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said gravely, "Kid, I am Zhou Shangtian from the Zhous. If you continue to be so arrogant, don't blame me for not being polite."
Chen Yang laughed and said, "Shangtian? Then why don't you hurry up to heaven? What are you doing sticking around on Earth?"
"It's the noble 'shang,' not the 'shang' that means above," Zhou Shangtian said anxiously, his face turning red with frustration.
