Elder Cheng was so angry that his white beard stood up straight, his face flushed red.
"Don't call me uncle; I don't have such a useless nephew like you."
Yang Fei originally intended to teach Chairman Feen a lesson, but upon hearing their conversation, he was slightly taken aback.
"Elder Cheng, what is going on here?"
Elder Cheng, full of shame, ignored the beaten Chairman Feen lying on the ground like a dead dog and walked up to Yang Fei, bowing deeply.
"Leader, I'm terribly sorry. This troublemaker is my nephew, Feen Jun."
"He was originally doing business peacefully in the Capital City. I don't know why he came here?"
Yang Fei felt very surprised.
He never thought that this Elder of Xuan Ying Pavilion would have such a relationship with this pretty boy, Chairman Feen.
Given this, Elder Cheng clearly wasn't just any ordinary person; his background was significant.
It's rare that he's low-key and reserved, always keeping a low profile.
