"Leave, you're not welcome here!"
Old Hemingway's attitude was unexpectedly firm.
Xiao Zheng frowned, his heart filled with helplessness.
He really couldn't deal with this stubborn old man, not able to kill or fight him.
Just as Xiao Zheng was feeling very conflicted, someone suddenly opened the door and walked in.
The person returning was Old Hemingway's son, named John Hemingway.
John froze at the doorway when he saw a stranger in the house.
Old Hemingway glanced at him and immediately stood up and said, "John, help me kick this person out! I absolutely won't allow someone like this to step foot into our Hemingway Family!"
Upon hearing his father's words, John's expression instantly turned a bit awkward: "Are you here to buy that bone too?"
Xiao Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not only here to buy that bone but also to save you. If you don't sell the Golden Bone soon, it will definitely bring disaster upon you."
Upon hearing this, John's face became visibly darker.
