Leng Feng stood up directly without saying anything and walked out.
In the room, Tang Jinglong sighed deeply. All of this today was caused by him back then; he couldn't blame anyone else.
Leng Feng found Yang Fan and Britney in the side hall, and as the three of them walked to the door, they ran into Tang Jinglong's second son, Tang Han.
A few luxury cars stopped at the entrance, and the thirty-something Tang Han walked straight toward Leng Feng.
His gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, and his somewhat large mouth moved his thick lips, "Since you're back home, why not stay a while longer? Didn't Tang Jinglong hand over the position of Sect Leader of the Tang Sect to you?"
No matter how sarcastic or cutting these words were, Leng Feng chose to ignore them. His target wasn't Tang Han; he wouldn't even spare him a glance.
Tang Han blocked Leng Feng, who was walking straight ahead, "Since you're back, what's there to be afraid of? Don't you even dare to speak?"
