Hearing the middle-aged man's question, Zhou Quan suddenly trembled and froze there. He stared closely at the middle-aged man: "Big Biao, do you know this guy?"
But the middle-aged man ignored Zhou Quan and instead stared intently at Yang Tian, looking very serious: "Are you called Yang Tian?"
Yang Tian frowned.
Clearly, Yang Tian did not know this middle-aged man.
So why was the middle-aged man looking for him?
Meanwhile, a flash of amusement appeared in Wu Yue's eyes, and she laughed: "That's right, he is Yang Tian, the grandson of the Chen Family!"
Upon hearing Wu Yue's words, the middle-aged man suddenly trembled, his eyes full of excitement.
However, Zhou Quan beside him angrily said: "Stop spouting nonsense! I've met all the people of the Chen Family, and he isn't one of them. Chen Ming is an old friend of mine. If he had a grandson named Yang Tian, wouldn't I know about it?"
"That's because you're like a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant and narrow-minded!"
