Autor: Filthy Máquina traductora
"Uncle," Lu Yilie called out hesitantly. He was really feeling a little weak. 'Uncle, don't be so ruthless...'
2Feng Yulin waved his hand and interrupted him. "Go to the infirmary now. If you cause trouble again..."
2"I don't dare! I don't dare!" Lu Yilie quickly shook his head. Then, he looked sympathetically at his friend whose heart was as dead as ashes and patted his shoulder. "Zinan, I'll go to No. 1 High School to see you..."
2After saying that, he quickly ran out. He did not care how painful his butt was. As long as he did not see his uncle, he would not feel any pain.
Fu Zinan took a deep breath and looked at Feng Yulin patiently.
"Why are you still here?" Feng Yulin took out his phone. When he saw that he was still standing there, his tone was a little heavy.
2"Are you helping Ling Jue?"
2"I am helping for a reason. Of course, I will tell your father about this." What he meant was, you don't deserve to bargain with me.
2"You really are helping Ling Jue! Are you really like what the News said? Do you have a special relationship with Ling Jue?!" Fu Zinan asked angrily.
2He worked so hard just to get into Molk to win glory for his parents.
2However, he was beaten up on the first day of school today.
Even if he forgot it since he had to admit that it was his fault, now he was expelled?!
2On what basis?!
2He was the one who was beaten up, and he was the one who wanted justice. Why did he have to be the one who was expelled? He was not convinced!
2"You are not worthy of me explaining anything to you." Feng Yulin put down his phone and looked at him indifferently. "Now, get out of my sight, or I will send you away in a different way."
2"Feng Yulin! Stop being so arrogant! Let me tell you! Our Fu family will not be afraid of you! I -"
2"Unfilian son!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed in from the door. He walked over and slapped Fu Zinan's face hard.
2His face, which was originally swollen like a bun, was torn open at this moment. It could be seen how much strength he had used.
Feng Yulin crossed his legs and looked at everything lazily.
His acting sure was good.
2"President Feng, I'm sorry. It's my fault for not teaching my son well. Not only did he instigate Young Master Lu Yilie to have conflicts with others, but he also talked to you like this. I will teach him a good lesson when I go back."
2"Dad!" Fu Zinan was furious. What was there for him to be afraid of? Feng Yulin?!
2"Shut up!" Fu Yicheng grabbed his hand tightly and glared at him. "I'll teach you a lesson when we get back!"
2He suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head and continued to smile apologetically at Feng Yulin. "President Feng, my son was rude. I'll definitely bring a big gift to apologize to you some other day. I'll send him to City No. 1 High School now."
2"President Fu, aren't you going to have a cup of tea before you leave?" Feng Yulin's eyes swept over his clenched fist indifferently, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
2"No, no, thank you, President Feng." After saying that, Fu Yicheng grabbed Fu Zinan's sleeve and left quickly.
2When Fu Zinan left, he looked at Feng Yulin with a face full of hatred.
Feng Yulin gave him a sarcastic smile. Even your father had to lower his voice to me. What else can a little brat like you do?
2After Fu Zinan left, Feng Yulin sent a message to Ling Jue: [Fu Zinan has transferred schools.]
2"Master..." At this moment, a person walked in from the door. He was dressed in a black suit and looked like Feng Yulin's bodyguard. He lowered his head respectfully. "Master, we've already investigated. Yao Zhang is indeed sent by Mu Lianzhen. He should be here to play some tricks."
2"Oh?" Feng Yulin's fingers were on the phone as he smiled. "Then that's it. We'll leave that for him to play with."
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