18th Birthday

"Is it settled?"

Leng Huaijin walked out of Shen Weiyang's room with his long legs. He had regained his usual coldness.

Wei Ze respectfully went forward and said, "Everything has been dealt with. It is Mr. Leng Hao who instructed you to punish his people."

Leng Huaijin sneered as he walked out of the room. "What else can Third Uncle say about me when I deal with a few animals who don't want to see me die?"

Wei Ze looked at Leng Huaijin, who was about to kill someone, and did not dare to say anything.

After he came back this time, his mood had become so gloomy that it was scary.

Was it because Miss Shen was wronged here?

"Young Master Leng, Young Master Leng begs you to let me go!"

The village chief kept kowtowing on the ground, wanting to ask Leng Huaijin to let him go.

However, when the gunshots rang out, there was not a single ripple in Leng Huaijin's eyes, let alone pity and soft-heartedness.