Villa interior.
Feng Chen had just walked in, and the security personnel immediately surrounded him.
"Who are you? My Family Head said that we won't see guests these days," said the leader among the strong men as he approached.
Just as his words fell and he prepared to step forward to push Feng Chen out, the figure in front of him vanished.
Not just him, but the few security guards behind him were all rubbing their eyes.
What was happening?
Was it a ghost in broad daylight?
Living room.
Feng Chen walked in emotionlessly with a cigarette in his mouth.
Wang Haizhu, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at Feng Chen and stood up from the sofa.
"Are you Wang Haizhu?" Feng Chen asked, holding the cigarette in his left hand and blowing smoke.
"How audacious! Who do you think you are? Daring to call my family's ancestor by his name—someone! Break his legs and throw him out!" Xie Xing ordered as he turned his wheelchair to face Feng Chen.