About half an hour later, Ding Jinghui arrived at the Ling Family.
Chen Xuan looked over. Ding Jinghui was in his fifties, not very tall, just a little over 1.6 meters.
His body was medium build and slightly overweight, making it hard to see where his waist was.
His hair was cut very short, sticking straight up like steel needles.
As soon as he walked in, he shouted loudly, "Old Master Ling, what did you call me over for?"
Chen Xuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, his voice was very resonant, like he was a small bass speaker.
Old Master Ling stood up with a smile, "Ah Hui, let me introduce you, this is Chen Xuan, Mr. Chen, a distinguished guest of the Ling Family."
Hmm?
Ding Jinghui immediately narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Chen Xuan, "So you're Chen Xuan? And a distinguished guest of the Ling Family!"
"No wonder you had the guts to act so recklessly and injured my men!"
