Lang Ningqi felt sorry that Zhan Kunpeng was not dead, and even more regretted not going to Saint Vlad to see him dying, so he brought his son to visit the Zhan family in person.

Lang Ningqi had known about Zhan Kunpeng's health condition for a long time. He thought that Zhan Kunpeng had just recovered from a serious illness and would at least be in a state of exhaustion. His leg disease would relapse and he would lie in bed for several months, looking haggard and barely breathing. This would give him the opportunity to annoy this old lame bird and get some satisfaction out of him.

But when he asked to see Zhan Kunpeng, the servant said that Zhan Kunpeng was practicing boxing in the backyard.

Who has the energy to practice boxing after coming back from the gates of hell? Nonsense!

Lang Ningqi sneered in his heart, thinking that the servant had received instructions from his master and was just making an excuse to keep him calm. He must have gone to report to Zhan Feng.

He sat slowly on the chair and sipped tea. He didn't expect that Zhan Kunpeng really came, and he was a vigorous and energetic Zhan Kunpeng who walked with the wind!

Fuck you, Zhan Kunpeng has been lame for most of his life, when will he get better?

Her face is even more rosy than Zhan Feng's, and she doesn't look haggard at all.

Listening to the sound he just snorted from his nose, it was really full of energy. It's not an exaggeration to say that he can roar like a Buddhist lion!

Zhan Kunpeng is not sick at all. Who the hell made up this rumor? When I get back, I will tear those people’s mouths apart!

Lang Ningqi cursed in his heart, leaned back in his chair, put his hands on the armrests, and his eyes passed over Qingshan's face, finally stopping on Zhan Kunpeng.

"Zhan Lao Niao, I heard you were sick, so I came to see you. I didn't expect the rumors to be untrue. I worried about you for nothing—!"

Zhan Kunpeng cursed inwardly: "If you could worry about me, I'd write the word 'Zhan' backwards! I guess you came all the way here today just to see me laugh. Humph, disappointed, huh? I'm going to piss you off, you old barbecued pork!"

"Hahahaha, thank you for your trouble. I'm so sorry! I'm really sick, and quite sick. But I'm a tough guy, and the King of Hell didn't want me. He treated me to a cup of tea and sent the Ox-Head and Horse-Face to bring me back!"

Lang Ningqi felt like there was a breath of anger stuck in his throat, which he couldn't swallow or spit out. It felt like a date pit choking him, making him want to roll his eyes.

"Haha, congratulations, Brother Zhan!"

Lang Ningqi felt that he was really unlucky today, as he had come to the Zhan family to be bullied, so he was about to get up and say goodbye.

At this moment, Lang Wenzhe, who was beside Lang Ningqi, spoke:

"What's this lady's name?"

Qingshan had long felt the man's lustful gaze on him, and he was annoyed, but because he was also a guest, he couldn't get angry. Hearing him ask his name, Qingshan finally raised his eyes and glanced at Lang Wenzhe, but his expression was cold and he didn't intend to answer him.

“Bang!”

Zhan Kunpeng slammed the coffee table next to his left hand so hard that the tea bowls were knocked over and cracks appeared on the solid wood coffee table.

This coffee table was purchased after the old exhibition. It is not an antique, so I won’t feel bad if it breaks.

"Are you allowed to ask for an elder's name? Do you understand the rules? Didn't anyone teach you—?"

Lang Wenzhe appears gentle and refined, like a gentleman, but in reality he is a scoundrel, a sex-crazed maniac, and full of thieves and prostitutes.

Once an actor or model from Hong Kong catches his eye, he will never be able to escape unscathed; he will always use various methods to get them and play with them.

Therefore, Lang Wenzhe is also a celebrity in Hong Kong's entertainment newspapers and magazines, and is often exposed to eye-catching gossip. The paparazzi can support a vulgar magazine just by following him.

As soon as Qingshan entered the door, Lang Wenzhe's eyes were glued to her and he couldn't take them away.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, with skin as white as cream and a youthful face. Most importantly, she possessed an elegant and noble temperament, like a fairy from the Ninth Heaven. If he could get such a beauty, and hear her soft moans beneath him, how ecstatic would that be!

Lang Wenzhe was so lustful that he forgot that he was not in his private club. He rashly asked Qingshan's name, breaking Zhan Kunpeng's taboo.

When Lang Ningqi heard his son asking Qingshan's name, his heart was in turmoil and he thought to himself that something was wrong.