Chen Xi, with an apologetic look, said to Chu Yang, "Chu Yang, I'm really sorry, my friend was rude."
"I apologize on her behalf."
Chu Yang shook his head, "Chen Xi, this isn't your fault, you don't need to apologize."
"Come with me, I've arranged a place for you to stay."
"Hmm," Chen Xi responded.
Chu Yang led the way on his three-wheeled motorcycle while Chen Xi and the others followed in their luxury cars.
As the three luxury cars entered the village, they drew many curious glances from the villagers, who watched the slow-moving luxury cars.
At that moment,
Wang Chengcai's car drove past Chu Yang from the opposite direction.
Wang Chengcai's off-road Mercedes-Benz brushed past Chu Yang's motorcycle tricycle.
From inside the off-road Mercedes-Benz, a few cold glares swept over Chu Yang.
Chu Yang's gaze suddenly became sharp, and the hairs on his body stood on end, "Hmm? That killing intent was strong just now, whose was it?"
