The ways of the older generation are indeed effective. With one accusation, Xu Lingwei's face turned green instantly, almost swearing in rage.
But Lou Feng did not pause, stepping forward, nearly standing in front of Xu Lingwei, questioning, "Then, who is the Evil Cult?
Is it you?!"
He pointed at Xu Lingwei's nose, then turned around, his fingers sweeping over several gloomy, iron-blue faces, calling out one by one, "Is it you? Is it you? Or is it you? Why aren't you speaking?"
He paused for a moment, bluntly asking, "Could it be that everyone in the Xu family is involved?"
This mad dog!
Xu Lingwei was infuriated, nearly crushing the armrest in his hand.
Like a rabid dog, biting anyone he sees, pouncing for a wild bite, not even pretending, directly coming for a fight!
"Lou, stop talking nonsense!"
Xu Lingwei stood up, shouting angrily, "Do you really think our Xu family will tolerate you repeatedly stepping all over us?"
"Is that so?"
