Baili Chen's Identity (1)

Jiang Guanchao frowned, his expression indescribable. "Did your father ask you to come?"

Wei Ting said, "It was my own idea."

But… what kind of expression was that?

Jiang Guanchao's domineering gaze was like what one would give an ant. "Do you think I won't dare to kill you like this?"

Wei Ting paused. "Uncle Jiang doesn't lack sons. Do you lack disciples? If Uncle Jiang refuses to accept me, I have three sons. Uncle Jiang can choose!"

Ling Yun's eyes were sharp. Wei Ting, do you have any integrity?!

Jiang Guanchao stood up from the bed. His long black hair fell, modifying his wide black robe.

He was burly and stood tall. His every move was filled with a domineering killing intent.

He walked towards Wei Ting with a dark expression.

Ling Yun walked in. "Alliance Master Jiang, I wanted to come. I'm the one discussing with you today."

When Steward Chang saw him, his trembling body could finally move.