Uncle Fu looked at Shen Mu with a wary expression.
Mr. Feng knew Shen Mu, and although he didn't get out of the car, he rolled down the window and gave Uncle Fu a reassuring glance.
If Shen Mu wanted to make trouble, he wouldn't stop him on the road.
Moreover, by Shen Mu's demeanor, he certainly had something to say to him.
"You must be Shen Wanzhong's grandson, right?" Mr. Feng asked.
Shen Mu leaned close to the window: "Mr. Feng, I know you have a good relationship with Mr. Ye. This time, my grandfather issued a bounty order on Mr. Ye, which made you angry. But you should know, this wasn't my grandfather's intention; he was bewitched by Wu Nuannuan, that vixen."
Mr. Feng smiled: "What do you want to say? Haha, you're not trying to excuse Shen Wanzhong now, are you?"
Shen Mu quickly shook his head: "No, I just want to cooperate with you."
"Oh?" Mr. Feng looked interested: "What kind of cooperation?"
