Zhao Yunfeng's attitude at the moment was unpleasant, and Xu Fan glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Are you threatening me?"
"You can think of it that way."
Zhao Yunfeng replied to Xu Fan without hesitation, clearly not taking seriously the man who bought vegetables in the Xia family's kitchen.
"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you, have you argued enough?"
Suddenly, an impatient voice rang out, and Xu Fan frowned, looking in the direction of the sound.
The one who had spoken was the middle-aged man who had not appeared at the Xia family's house that day.
He had just released his hand from the waist of the woman next to him and stretched lazily before he looked over at Xia Yanyu.
"I'm saying, sister-in-law, niece Xia, I've come here today to discuss serious matters with you, and you're making me watch this boring stuff?"
He felt bored and curled his lips dismissively before saying, "What a bunch of useless people, such a small matter, isn't it easy to resolve?"
