"Vulgar!" The sky-blue boy turned around, snorted softly, and stepped into the hall.
"Bo Han, where have you been? Why did you arrive just now?" Zhan Shujun breathed a sigh of relief, glanced sideways at the embarrassing Prince Wang, and asked reproachfully, "Uncle Ming and I have already arrived at the Fifth
It's been an hour since you came, and I thought you really ran home!"
"After all, I'm here to see my future wife. Although I know it won't be to my liking, I still want to give you the face of the Bai family. Please take good care of yourself, young lady. I want Kong Rong to give up!" Zhan
Bohan sighed, stretched out and yawned. He was looking at some other young men staring at him with confused eyes. He frowned slightly and said, "What's there to see? What happened to me just now?"
Do you want someone to try the trick of beating a dog from afar?"
The young masters who were chatting and laughing also stopped and looked at Zhan Bohan with some surprise, knowing that they had met the real young master of the Zhan family. The little effort just now had already revealed their talents, and no one wanted to provoke him for a while.
what he means
Bai Xifeng frowned. Zhan Bohan was completely different from Zhan Shujun. Zhan Shujun was gentle and elegant, but Zhan Bohan was a little arrogant and his tone of voice was also extremely domineering. Yun
With a temper like Xi's, you can't get along with him.
As for Yunting, let alone that, following such a man would definitely turn the Zhan family upside down.
"Brother Wang was certainly offended just now, but he was wrong. Brother Zhan has already taught him a lesson, so that's all. The guests here today are all guests from all over the world, and they are all old friends of the Bai family. Brother Zhan's words are a bit excessive.
Already!" A clear voice rang out from the crowd, with a hint of ridicule and laziness.
Zhan Bohan's eyebrows formed a tight line and he followed the voice, only to see a young man in white standing next to the window. He was handsome, elegant, leisurely and indifferent. It was Rong Junye.
"I thought he was some kind of great young master, but it turns out he's just a white-faced scholar with no use for anything. Okay, you're a good talker, but my fists are even more powerful!" As he spoke, his blue shirt swayed gracefully, and his figure swayed.
, Zhan Bohan had already rushed towards Rong Junye like the wind, raised his right fist and hit him on the chest.