129 Suit His Fancy, Curry His Favor

Chen Baichuan bore down menacingly. He was building up his emotions, so he could let them out later. He had already decided how he was going to nitpick and send him packing.

Soon after, he saw Yu Changmo's tall figure when he reached the pond. However, there seemed to be two people standing next to him.

Today, Black's attire was dashing but still casual. He had come to curry favor with his father-in-law sincerely; of course, he wouldn't dress too formally.

Chen Baichuan smirked in his heart. Hoho, he brought reinforcements?

This rascal was obviously an outsider. He should have gotten those that were smart and agile when he brought in the reinforcements. Look at the two he brought? Tsk tsk. An old man wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of glasses with lenses as thick as a bottle's bottom. He's obviously an old scholar, and he does look a little familiar, familiar—

Wait a moment. Could these two be?!