"Kid, you...!"
Rongtao's face suddenly contorted into a fierce expression, and he glared resentfully at Zhu Fei, just as he was about to say something more, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind.
"Rongtao, what's the matter? What happened?"
Two middle-aged men appeared at the stairway corner, descending one after the other.
One of them was fat, with a beer belly, but the air about him was decidedly authoritative—it was clear at a glance that he was used to giving orders.
The person who had just spoken was none other than this man.
As for the other, his presence was also quite formidable, yet following behind the middle-aged fat man, his aura seemed somewhat diminished.
"Eh? Mengyun, Tingting, you are here too? And Zhu Fei, haha, you've come as well."
"Dad!"
"Uncle!"
Upon seeing the middle-aged man who had greeted them, everyone at the scene, including Zhu Fei, Mengyun, and Tingting, nodded toward him in unison.
