Looking at Ye Fan's back, Meng Qingyi was helpless: "This kid doesn't know what to do day by day."
Xia Yaoguang joked: "Xiaofan is an adult now, do you still want to keep him by your side all day long?"
Meng Qingyi rolled her eyes and said seriously: "Yesterday, the Nangong family sent someone to come to us and invited us to visit Zhongxing Group. What do you think?"
"Go, this is a great learning opportunity. Why, what are you worried about?"
"I always feel a little uncomfortable. Nangong Han is not a simple person. He accepts benefits from the Nangong family for no reason. I'm worried that there will be trouble later. By the way, the Nangong family asked Xiaofan to go with them yesterday. Do I want to
Xiaofan calls back."
"Send a message and it's up to Xiaofan whether he goes or not."
Ye Fan left the villa and rushed directly to the airport.
Wan Guihai has prepared a private jet, but it cannot fly at any time and has to wait for an hour.
During this period, Ye Fan went to take a bath and changed into new clothes.
When I arrived at the waiting room, I closed my eyes and started breathing.
"call!"
"call!"
Every time he vomits, his chest rises.
This scene attracted the attention of a middle-aged man not far away. The middle-aged man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and had a kind and gentle face, but his eyes were as deep as the starry sky and the sea.
"What a strong cardiopulmonary function."
The man in Mao suit secretly admired.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" Next to the man, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with two ponytails and a childish and pure face.
"Look at that young man, his breathing is deep and long, and his cardiopulmonary function is terrifyingly strong."
"What's the point!" The girl curled her lips, "You're not as good as dad."
The man in Chinese tunic suit smiled and said: "With such strong cardiopulmonary function, it can be inferred that he is a master, definitely a warrior. He should have reached the peak of internal strength, and it is not an exaggeration to even be a half-step master."
"Half-step master?!"
The girl's big eyes twitched and she said in surprise, "No way, Dad, you are only half a master. How can he compare to you when he is so young?"
The man said: "In the world of martial arts, no matter your age. The young King Wu of the Martial Arts Temple became a martial arts master at the age of 28."
The girl's eyes sparkled with admiration, and she muttered: "How can he be compared with brother Xiao Wu Wang? I see that it is just superficial. His lung capacity is just larger than that of ordinary people."
"You girl."
The middle-aged man had no choice but to continue observing Ye Fan.
The more he observed, the more frightened he became.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and walked up to Ye Fan. At the right moment, Ye Fan felt something, opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Young man, I see that your breathing is long and profound, and you have a profound foundation. You must be a warrior."
"That's right."
"Hello, I am also a warrior, my name is Zhuang Yuxiu, and this is my daughter Zhuang Miaomiao."
Ye Fan did not feel any malice and knew that Zhuang Yuxiu came simply to get to know him, so he smiled lightly and said: "Sit down, my name is Ye Fan."
Zhuang Yu Xiudao: "I would like to ask, where did my little friend learn from you?"
"It's not convenient to disclose this."
"Little friend..."
After several conversations, Zhuang Yuxiu felt more and more that Ye Fan was unfathomable and might really be a half-step master.
Anyone would want to make friends with such a strong person.
What's more, he comes from the Seventy-Two Sect, so being able to be friends with a genius with great potential will be of great benefit to himself and the sect.