At this time, the square outside the gate of Murong Villa was already full of cars. All of these cars were luxury cars worth millions.
In Suzhou, only the Murong family has such a pomp.
On this hot afternoon, a car arrived belatedly and slowly drove into the square outside the villa.
The car stopped, the door opened, and three young men and women stepped out. These three people were brother and sister Murong Junnan and Dongfang Zhiqing.
As soon as the three of them got off the car, a Murong family member wearing a suit quickly came up and said, "Miss Dongfang, if the master of the family invites you, please come with me."
"Oh! Is it true that Uncle Murong is looking for me?" Dongfang Zhiqing couldn't help but turned around and glanced at Murong Junnan beside her in confusion.
"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on," Murong Junnan shrugged and said
"Miss Dongfang, please!" the disciple urged. Seeing this situation, the Murong brothers couldn't help but look at each other, feeling very surprised.
Why is her father so anxious to see Dongfang Zhiqing? Not only Dongfang Zhiqing herself is confused, but also the Murong brothers and sisters are also confused.
In fact, the reason why Dongfang Zhiqing was in the Murong Family in Suzhou was because Dongfang Zhentian was preparing to attack the Qinglong Gang. He was afraid that Dongfang Zhiqing would be harmed, so he ordered people to take Dongfang Zhiqing back from the north to the south.
After all, the north is the sphere of influence of the Ouyang family.
However, even if they returned to the south, it was temporarily inconvenient for Dongfang Zhiqing to return to Shanghai directly, so they asked the Murong brothers and sisters to come forward and invite Dongfang Zhiqing to Murong's house in Gusu.
The Murong family and the Dongfang family are family friends and allies on the same front. Of course Murong Zhenghao is happy to receive Dongfang Zhiqing.
However, the Murong family has just received a shocking news. Therefore, Murong Zhenghao is eager to see Dongfang Zhiqing. It seems that things are going as expected by Longmen Long Zaitian.
Dongfang Zhiqing followed the Murong family disciple into Murong Villa with doubts. Brother and sister Murong Junnan and Murong Yunxuan looked at each other before following him.
In the conference hall, all the leaders of the Murong family are waiting eagerly, and they are all guessing who the person who can make the head of the family Murong Zhenghao pay so much attention to is.
Could it be that some innate-level old monster came to visit our Murong family?
At this moment, a young disciple of the Murong family wearing a suit walked into the meeting hall. He walked straight to Murong Zhenghao and whispered a few words in Murong Zhenghao's ear.
After the young disciple finished speaking, the faces of the fat fifth master and the white-haired and white-browed third uncle sitting next to Murong Zhenghao became a little strange.
When the young disciple spoke, he deliberately kept his voice very low, but he could not hide it from the fat fifth master and the third uncle who was the most senior member of the Murong family.
Murong Zhenghao stood up and walked out of the meeting hall. Except for the fat fifth master and third uncle, everyone looked at Murong Zhenghao's figure walking out in astonishment.
They didn't have the skills of Fat Fifth Master and Third Uncle, and they were far away. They didn't know what the young disciple said in Murong Zhenghao's ears.
They wanted to ask the young disciple, but that disciple followed Murong Zhenghao closely behind him and walked out of the meeting hall.
"Lao Wu, what did that disciple say in the ear of the master just now? You are closest to the master, so you must know it!" Someone couldn't help but asked the fat fifth master.
"Haha! It's unspeakable!" Fat Fifth Master smiled bitterly and said something polite.
Although these people had held back their questions, no one dared to ask the white-haired third uncle. The dozen or so important figures in the Murong family in the meeting room seemed to be a little afraid of this third uncle, or rather
Too much respect
Everyone was waiting anxiously. After more than ten minutes of hard work, Murong Zhenghao walked out of the meeting hall.
Almost at the same time, a slender figure rushed out from the antique building in the middle of Murong Villa, saying: "Murong Junnan, prepare a car for me quickly, I want to go back to Shanghai immediately."
The person who rushed out was none other than Dongfang Zhiqing
"Well, Xiao Chu, don't let me know when you get back to Shanghai. I want you to look good!" Dongfang Zhiqing roared like a tigress, with a delicate little face that turned red with anger, but she looked very cute.
Murong Junnan's brother and sister chased them out. They didn't know why Dongfang Zhiqing and their father talked for a while in the study room. Dongfang Zhiqing seemed to be a different person and lost her temper.
"Xiao Chu? Could it be that the legendary master of the younger generation appeared again three years ago?" The Murong brothers couldn't help but be startled after hearing Dongfang Zhiqing's angry roar.
"That guy is at my house now. You should hurry up and prepare a car for me. I want to go back to Shanghai right away." Dongfang Zhiqing stepped anxiously.
"This..., do you want to tell my father?" Murong Junnan said with a confused face. He vaguely knew why they invited Dongfang Zhiqing to Murong Villa.
There was a major reshuffle of the ancient martial arts forces in Shanghai. Such a big thing had already spread throughout the entire ancient martial arts world. Suzhou is not far from Shanghai, and the Murong family knew the news immediately.
Moreover, Murong Zhenghao had already smelled the big event that shocked the ancient martial arts world that the Dongfang Family was going to attack the Qinglong Gang.
"I don't care, I want to leave right away." Miss Dongfang Zhiqing's temper completely exploded. She wished she could return to the Dongfang Family immediately and find out Xiao Chulai. What other things could be taken care of there?
"I know, I'll do it right away." Seeing Dongfang Zhiqing's anxious look, Murong Junnan quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, dialed a number, and then gave a few instructions
"Okay, let's go! The car will arrive at the gate of the villa soon," Murong Junnan said
Suzhou to Shanghai is not far or close, but the car you prepare must have good performance, preferably one that can run long distances.
Otherwise, the car will break down halfway through the journey, which will be troublesome.
As soon as Murong Junnan finished speaking, Dongfang Zhiqing couldn't wait to run towards the gate of the villa.
"Wait for us...!" Brother and sister Murong Junnan hurriedly chased after them. In fact, they also wanted to meet Xiao Chu, who was known as a rare genius in the ancient martial arts world for hundreds of years three years ago.
Of course, Murong Junnan would not trust Dongfang Zhiqing to return to Shanghai alone.
Nangong Chu, who was concentrating on practicing in the old house of the Dongfang Family and striving to regain his strength as soon as possible, did not know that the little witch of the Dongfang Family was about to return to Shanghai.
As soon as Dongfang Zhiqing returned to Shanghai, Nangong Chu could no longer imagine a peaceful life.