Good god!
Had Ye Fan brought disaster upon himself?
Lu Ming-Ze was nearly paralyzed with fear and continued to curse wildly at Ye Fan in his heart.
Lu Ming-Ze never imagined that this Ye Fan could have brought Young Master Ting all the way here.
And who was Young Master Ting?
He was the practically the prince of Jingzhou!
But actually this Young Master Ting hadn't accomplished much and hadn't done much in his life.
In fact, he was the second generation of a tycoon and he was famous in Jingzhou for making trouble.
He had gotten himself in a lot of trouble all these years.
Everyone in Jingzhou knew about some of his playboy ways.
The most famous incident of them all had to be how this Young Master Ting had fallen for a hostess at a club. He insisted on marrying her even though his family objected. He even intended to just have a wedding first and talk about the rest later.
But of course this wedding never happened. His father had brought men to the banquet to break Young Master's Ting's legs and chased that hostess out of Jiangdong. Nobody knew if she was dead or alive.
This matter had caused a huge uproar at that time, but Young Master Ting learned to behave himself after this incident.
But even though this Young Master Ting didn't have any accomplishments and was really just a wastrel, everyone in Jingzhou was afraid of him.
After all, this young man's background was way too powerful!
His father was king over Jingzhou.
His family was the most powerful family in Jingzhou and was very formidable.
Who would dare to provoke such a person?
People like Lu Ming-Ze couldn't wait to butter up to such a person!
But such a powerful big shot had actually been offended by a live-in son-in-law!
"What did this Ye Fan do?” Lu Ming-Ze was on the verge of crying and he could only pray hard that he didn't get implicated.
Otherwise, both his family and his company would be in hot soup.
The moonlight was like water and the night sky exuded loneliness.
The cool autumn wind quietly blew past.
The surroundings were completely silent. Lu Ming-Ze and the passengers in the bus held their breaths and didn't dare to breathe too loudly because they were still in shock and fear.
Zhou Sheng and his subordinates were still bowed outside the Land Rover.
Their reverent chants continued to echo.
But Ye Fan's expression remained calm as he continued to stand in the midst of the night.
The gentle breeze blew at his sleeve and his fringe blew in the wind.
Everyone was waiting for this Young Master Ting to walk out from the car as Zhou Sheng and his men bowed to welcome him.
But one second passed...two seconds...
One minute...
Three minutes later, there was still no movement.
The black Land Rover was still quietly parked there. One could see that the dashboard of the car was still lighted up through the slightly wound down car window, but other than that, it was pitch black inside the car. And nobody came out from inside.
"What's going on?"
Everyone watching was stunned. What was going on?
Zhou Sheng frowned slightly as well. His head was bowed reverently earlier, but he looked up and wondered if Young Master Ting had failed to hear him.
"We welcome Young Master Ting!" Zhou Sheng called out once again.
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