Zhang Jiashuai and Ding Shuo both thought that Zhang Baifa would rush up and berate Chen Fan, but they didn't expect his attitude to be so respectful; he even used honorifics when addressing Chen Fan.
"Why is uncle being so polite to this guy?" Ding Shuo muttered to himself.
Zhang Jiashuai said, "I have no idea, shouldn't my dad be so enraged that he avenges his son?"
But they saw Zhang Baifa quickly walk up to Chen Fan and even bowed to him with clasped hands.
If it were someone else, Zhang Baifa indeed might have gone up and cursed without saying a word, but the person across from him was Chen Fan, whom he simply did not dare to offend.
Moreover, the moment he saw Chen Fan, he had already realized that the matter was probably not as Jiashuai had described; after all, he was very clear about what his son was like.
"Mr. Chen, may I know what has happened here? Did my good-for-nothing son provoke you?" Zhang Baifa asked respectfully.
