“Angry 100.”

As the third son of the rich family, Liang Yongqi usually meets no one who is afraid of the people he has, which leads to his silence when facing Lin Fan who has been baptized by the Internet, and he is speechless and does not know what to use to criticize him.

"What did you say?" Liang Yongqi roared, his eyes red. If martial arts are stronger, white mist will appear on his head.

Lin Fan disagreed, "You are just a stinky pen."

"Surprise!"

"Surprise!"

"Surprise!"

...

"Anger 223."

Liang Yongqi was scolded so much that he could not return the mouth. His chest floated a lot more frequently, and then he shouted heartily: "Tell me a lesson about this waste."

The servants behind them looked at each other.

Third Young Master, are you serious?

We have no cultivation, we are just ordinary servants.

Let us teach people a lesson.

At least we have to practice for a while.

Lin Fan shook his head, regretful.

The third son of the Liang family collapsed like this.

But it's OK, but the anger has increased a lot.

It's not futile either.

"Cousin, beat him up." Lin Fan said casually.

When you go out, you will inevitably encounter trouble.

But with my cousin here, this trouble is not a problem. Just beating him up, so there is no need to do so much.

"Okay, cousin." Zhou Zhongmao was very obedient and didn't care that the other party was the third son of the Liang family. He rushed forward and just finished his work.

Crackling!

Lin Fan doesn't want to see it.

It's boring.

Crying.

Screams.

Ups and downs, highs and lows.

If there is a great musician here, perhaps inspiration will come, and it is also good to have an inspiring music.
Chapter completed!