Seeing the fear in Crick's eyes, Tian Ming was deeply shaken. In his impression, his master should be an invincible presence. But who on earth was this person, not only injuring his master but also instilling such unforgettable fear in him?
Tian Ming was curious but dared not ask, only keeping this doubt in his heart.
"Is Tian Ming here?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.
After Tian Ming opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man standing there who bore an eighty percent resemblance to He Mingfeng. This person was none other than He Mingfeng's father, He Changhui.
"Uncle He, why are you here?" Tian Ming asked curiously. His relationship with the He Family was quite good, but He Changhui rarely came to visit him.
"I heard your master was here, so I came to pay my respects."