"Young master, we've arrived!"
The driver opened the car door and said respectfully.
"Let's go! Let's see if that guy Cui Fenghao dares to be disrespectful again." Ouyang Feng sneered coldly.
As the successor of the Ouyang Family, being stood up is disgraceful if it gets out.
If he wasn't in the medicinal industry, he wouldn't let Cui Fenghao off easily.
Zhang Fan got out of the car with his laptop, patted Ouyang Feng's shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, I'll help you get your revenge!"
Ouyang Feng suddenly wanted to curse.
Damn, if it weren't for you, would I be this embarrassed?
"Let's go!" Ouyang Feng glanced at the villa in front of him, a dangerous curve curling at the corner of his mouth.
Soon, more than ten bodyguards followed behind Ouyang Feng, maintaining a distance of three meters.
They exuded an aura of strength.
"Sir, who are you looking for?" The bodyguard at the door was somewhat apprehensive, staring at Ouyang Feng and the bodyguards behind Zhang Fan.
