"He Chen!!!" He Huatang struggled to slap the armrest of the wheelchair, his eyes brimming with undisguised hatred, "How dare you..."
At this moment, He Chen leaned against the door frame of the ancestral hall, his right leg slightly bent in front of him. He ignored He Huatang's roar and instead looked at Yun Ling, who was carrying a tray, raising his eyebrows, "You personally deliver a broken hand?"
Yun Ling was also the Second Boss of the Mercenary Group; how did he end up doing petty errands?
Facing He Chen's inquiry at this moment, Yun Ling felt incredibly guilty.
He held the tray with one hand, forcing a smile, "Brother Chen needs it, and I won't refuse."
Quite a bootlicker.
He Chen licked his back molars, then looked at the furious He Huatang, "Do you think now, I dare not?"
He Huatang was so angry he couldn't speak, the whole He family trembled at the sight of the severed arm.
The He family's foundation wasn't deep, nor had they weathered any major storms.
