"Hehe... Old Xu indeed has sharp eyes..." Lin Feng awkwardly laughed as he stepped out of the crowd, scratching his head and looking at Xu Yishan.
"Hmph... Lin Feng, Lin Feng, you'd better remember, I have long retired, and being here today is just to give you face and serve as a signboard. You'd better behave and take care of things; if I get displeased and leave, then you're on your own..."
Xu Yishan was quite dissatisfied with Lin Feng. Of course, what he was most dissatisfied with wasn't Lin Feng failing to stop Lian Zhenzi just now, but rather this guy Lin Feng running away when he wanted him to publicly agree to marry Xu Jing at the table! Truly, there's no hope for improvement for some rotten wood, and mud can't be used to build walls. What's wrong with Little Jing that she doesn't match up to you, you brat?
"Alright, alright... I know you've contributed greatly, Old Xu..." Lin Feng responded with a bitter smile, nodding repeatedly at Xu Yishan.
