Bei Feng quickly gobbled down a bowl of rice and ran out of the mansion like a fidgety rabbit. At the same time, he did not forget to transfer 100,000 yuan to Bai Xiang and told him to hire some people to repair the mansion.
The Nie Family's ancestral tablets had also fallen off the altar because of the shock, and were all lying about in a messy clutter. Bei Feng actually felt very indifferent towards it. After all, those ancestors were someone else's, not his! If they fell, he could just pick them up again.
Bei Feng walked down the dried mud path, his eyes surveying the surroundings constantly in high alert.
"Pa ta!"