Suddenly, Wu Genren's expression changed again, but when he saw Qin Fuhu staring at him closely, Wu Genren gritted his teeth suddenly, and then broke off one of his fingers.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

There was a crisp sound followed by a wail, Wu Genren's face became even paler, and big beads of sweat rolled down crazily as if he wanted no money.

Looking at Wu Genren who was almost fainting, Ye Chenfu squatted down and said in his ear, "Because you are so decisive, I will spare you for once! It's just that it seems that the matter with your men has not been resolved yet. I'll wait."

Give me a satisfactory answer!"

After saying that, Ye Chenfu turned around, patted Qin Fuhu on the shoulder and said, "Let's go have tea and introduce someone to you!"

"Well, let's go!" Qin Fuhu smiled and said.

Ye Chenfu turned around and left without daring to see Wu Genren behind him. He just said to Yan Qingwu beside him, "If you want to get to know Bole, just follow me!"

Immediately, Ye Chenfu walked directly towards his MINI Coupe, and Yan Qingwu followed him unexpectedly.

A moment later, a MINI Coolpad slowly started up in front of everyone and then disappeared.

Looking at the MINI Coolpa leaving, Wu Genren's face suddenly turned pale again, and he was still muttering, "Ye Shenfu, it's actually Ye Shenfu!"

Wu Genren was trembling and swallowing hard.

Ye Chenfu, the God of Killing who was kept at arm's length by countless dandies in the Forty-Nine City, had just wanted to humiliate him. In an instant, Wu Genren almost fainted.

Looking at the finger on the ground, Wu Genren did not think of revenge at this moment, but felt happy.

That's right, I'm glad.

A storm that is not a storm has an ordinary ending. The reason for this is that Ye Chenfu probably gave Qin Fuhu face, and at the same time he did not want to make a mess for such a small person, but this matter does not seem to be completely over yet.
Chapter completed!