"Jiang Ying, get out of the way!"
Nanrong Yong waved his massive hand, and although he was just an ordinary old man, he exuded an aura of unspoken authority. As the founder of Hongyu Group, his demeanor was naturally extraordinary. He stood up, one hand pressing on the armrest, his face stern as he said, "I want to see who dares to act wildly in my Nanrong Family's home!"
"In East Sea City, no one dares to provoke the Nanrong Family, but in my eyes, the Nanrong Family is nothing to mention." Jiang Han didn't bother to hide his contempt, "Old man, you've already lost a son. If you don't want to lose a grandson and granddaughter too, you'd better let them go with me quietly." As he finished speaking, he glanced at Nanrong Wanqing, "We've been talking for so long, where is Nanrong Hao? Call him out to see me."
"Who wants to see me?"