Hearing this, Li Juefeng, who was sitting by the wall, stared at the ground and sneered, his voice full of ridicule, "Wu Jiang, am I a coward?"
Take your son away from your woman;
Send your son to the old man and teach him not to show any flaws;
In a transaction, he sold himself and his son to the old man...
It has been sold for four full years and it will continue to be sold...
He Li Juefeng... how virtuous has he been in his life? He is so cowardly.
"Mr. Li." Wu Jiang stood up straight and said seriously and solemnly, "It is the greatest honor in my life to be able to work with Mr. Li."
pleasure?
Li Juefeng sneered at himself again, raised his eyes and looked at Wu Jiang's arm, "Your arm is almost useless. Is it an honor?"
Honored to follow him in a hail of bullets?
Wu Jiang said firmly, "Yes, it's an honor."
"I don't listen to flattery." Li Juefeng said coldly, standing up from the ground and looking at the tennis ball that fell to the ground.
"I believe that one day Mr. Li will be able to take control of the Li family consortium. By then, no one can threaten you." Wu Jiang said again, with a serious tone.
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power?
When will he be able to seize power?
How long can Gu Xiaoai and Len wait for him?
"How is Len now?" Li Juefeng asked indifferently.
"I have been crying to see Miss Gu. I...have never seen the young master cry like this. He is very emotional." Speaking of Len, Wu Jiang said worriedly, "Mr. Li will see the young master tomorrow, in case the young master is exposed."
Damn, Mr. Li will definitely not let Miss Gu go."
Not to mention Miss Gu, even Mr. Li would be beaten severely.
Mr. Li's family methods are the most cruel and violent.
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Li Juefeng bent down, picked up the tennis ball on the ground, and threw it towards the opposite side.
Li Juefeng roared.
Wu Jiang watched as the tennis ball was hit hard against the opposite wall, bounced back, and landed on the floor with a muffled and heavy sound...
"Mr. Li, what should we do now?"
"Why am I his son?!"
Li Juefeng suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, picked up the ball from the ground and threw it hard towards the opposite side. His pupils were as black as night, and his voice was roaring from his throat with a strong sense of unwillingness.
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In the empty indoor tennis court, the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground is endless.
Wu Jiang stood aside, silent, not daring to interrupt.
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Why is he a descendant of the Li family?
Len is his son, why should he live cautiously based on the old man's face?!
That's his son! It's his!
"Dong——"
Another tennis ball was hit hard to the ground by Li Juefeng.
Wu Jiang looked at the tennis ball on the ground in shock. Such a strong tennis ball was smashed into two halves...
"Why am I his son?! Why?!"
Li Juefeng's face was as tense as a string, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his black eyes stared straight ahead.
That kind of unwillingness...hysteria.
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Why……
Wu Jiang thought he was stupid and could not answer this question.
Mr. Li is Mr. Li’s illegitimate son, and this will never change;
The young master has suffered from autism, and Mr. Li can only watch helplessly but cannot change it.
Every time, before Mr. Li wanted to force the young master to obey Mr. Li's words, he would vent his anger.
He won't stop smashing things everywhere until his hands are broken and bleeding.
It seems that if he doesn't do this, Mr. Li will not be able to force the young master or stand in front of the young master and speak...