C8 (2/2)

Song Yu looked at Li Jin who did not put him in his eyes, and the resentment in his heart grew even more. He had lived for so long, although he did not dare to call himself an elder in front of him, Li Jin should at least respect him a little.

This brat was too arrogant!

The others in the underground Song Family also had the same thought, but because they were all there, they did not dare to act.

As Jun Ze watched his Patriarch begin to play, he knew that he no longer had the patience to do so.

Taking a step forward, he smiled and said with a strong tone: ”Old Song should have heard it clearly. Patriarch's words have never changed. You can think about it carefully, we are still very patient.”

The meaning behind his words was, hurry up and think about it, we don't have much patience. If you can't think of anything, then we'll choose the second one for you.

Song Yu laughed bitterly and said: ”I give up my Song Family territory.” However, his heart was bleeding with hatred. He had spent the majority of his life in doing this … He was really unwilling to just let it go like this!

Jun Ze's smile became wider and deeper, and he said satisfied: ”Elder Song is truly straightforward. Since that's the case, our Li Family is not too heartless, so I'll give you three days to move out of A City.”

Three days! How could such a short period of time be enough? Song Yu still wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Jun Ze while beaming: ”Old Song, there is no need to thank us too much.

Perception?! Song Yu really wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood. If this could be considered understanding, then there would be no bandits in this world!

Song Yu had already given up on seeing this group of shameless people, but no, he still had to endure. ”Alright, in order to celebrate we have reached an agreement, there will be a banquet tonight at the villa, I wonder if Li Family Lord is willing to attend …”

He was in a very good mood, but after thinking about how he should ask for Master's opinion, the Li Family Lord, who had already become half a cat slave, asked the black fur on his knees that had curled up into a ball, ”Xiao Bai, do you think I should participate?”

Tang Xiaotang looked at him with praise, not bad, not bad, this servant is a good candidate to teach, since that's the case, she reluctantly agreed: ”Meow ~”

We are ready!

In fact, Tang Xiaotang thought to herself: Great! There's a banquet! I don't need to stay at home anymore.

The corner of Jun Ze's eyes twitched, every time he heard his own Patriarch call that little bastard ”Xiao Bai”, he would want to cry. This was a black cat, there wasn't the slightest bit of white fur on its body, Patriarch, how could you call it Xiao Bai like this?