At the same time.
In attendance, one person was particularly tense, more so than anyone else.
It was Xu Zhenxiong.
Xu Zhenxiong was almost collapsing, standing there, trembling madly with his head bowed.
Immediately, Su Chen shook his head, "Not interested!"
Direct refusal.
Follow someone else, ha... what a bad joke.
The middle-aged man smiled, seemingly unsurprised, while the young man beside him took another glance at Su Chen, a clear trace of indifferent anger in the depth of his eyes.
Soon, the middle-aged man shifted his gaze from Su Chen.
Slowly moving it away.
Finally, his gaze landed on Xu Zhenxiong: "You're Xu Feng's father, aren't you?"
"Sir, you say... say... what are you talking about, I don't understand!" Xu Zhenxiong took half a step back subconsciously, shaking his head, shaking it ferociously.
