After Chen Zitai saw Ye Fan's surprised reaction, he mistakenly thought Ye Fan was scared, so his attitude became much more arrogant.
Chen Zitai looked like a villain and arrogantly challenged: "Damn trash! My uncle is Zhao Changjiang! The ceo of the Yangtze River Group! What's wrong? Are you scared? Haha? It's a pity that everything is too late!"
Originally, Chen Zitai thought Ye Fan would regret it, so he knelt down and kowtowed to him to admit his mistake.
But what he never expected was that Ye Fan was calm and composed, without any fear, but his attitude was a bit awkward.
Ye Fan smiled with a disapproving expression, "Haha--"
As a result, his smile aroused Chen Zitai's dissatisfaction.
"Damn trash! What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm scaring you? Zhao Changjiang is really my uncle!" Chen Zitai said unhappily with a stern face.
Ye Fan smiled playfully, reminded him in a profound way, and said, "Your uncle is Zhao Changjiang, then you are in trouble!"
Chen Zitai frowned slightly and asked with a vigilant look: "Unfortunate? What does it mean?"
At this time, Ye Fan sneered and said, "Because your uncle offended me last night, I was punished to kneel down and call my ancestors all night!"
"What? I called my ancestor all night? Blow you! If you can brag so much, you will brag to you to heaven!"
Chen Zitai snorted coldly, with a disapproving expression. Obviously, he did not take Ye Fan's words seriously at all.
Because in his eyes, this is simply impossible.
Zhao Meilan, who was standing by, saw that Ye Fan was reluctant to apologize, but instead spoke wildly here.
Suddenly, she became even more angry.
"Boy! I think you won't cry until you see the coffin! You won't give up until the Yellow River!"
"Since you are so arrogant, then okay! I'll ask my brother to come and deal with you!"
Finished!
Zhao Meilan was so angry that she took out her cell phone immediately and called Zhao Changjiang.
Not long after, someone answered the phone.
At this time, Zhao Changjiang's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?"
Zhao Meilan hurriedly asked for help and said, "Brother! Zi Qin was beaten. Come here quickly and help him get justice."
"What? Which turtle boy dares to bully my baby nephew? Sister! Please send me a position now, I'll deal with it!"
Zhao Changjiang was so angry that he was furious, especially when he knelt all night last night and called his ancestors all night.
Now he urgently needs someone to vent his anger. Now that someone has hit the gun on his own initiative, how can he let it go?
"Okay! Come here quickly!"
Zhao Meilan nodded, then hung up the phone, and sent the location.
At this time, Chen Zitai asked curiously: "Mom, what did he say to uncle?"
"He said he would arrive soon!" Zhao Meilan responded.
"Really? That's great!" Chen Zitai looked so excited that he was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Perhaps because he knew that his uncle was about to arrive, Chen Zitai seemed to have confidence and even his waist was much straightened.
"Damn trash! My uncle will arrive soon, just wait for death! Hahahaha!"
Chen Zitai smiled arrogantly and arrogantly.
"hehe--"
But Ye Fan sneered disdainfully.
At this time, Lin Ruobing, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Ye Fan, is it really okay?"
"Wife! Don't worry! You can wait and see the show later!" Ye Fan reminded with a deep meaning.
"Look at the show?"
Lin Ruobing was a little stunned, as if he couldn't understand what Ye Fan was playing, so he asked curiously: "Ye Fan, what exactly are you talking about?"
Ye Fan pretended to be profound and said, "You will know later!"
"Yeah?"
The more Ye Fan was like this, the more curious Lin Ruobing was.
As a result, not long after, a Rolls-Royce car appeared on the scene.
A moment later, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked down.
As soon as he got off the car, he immediately surprised many passers-by.
Because of his influence in West China, he is extremely powerful.
"Look! Isn't this the president of the Yangtze River Group... Mr. Zhao?"