He instantly felt that he couldn't stay here any longer. He hurriedly urged, "Let's go, let's go find Feng Zi."
As soon as he said that, footsteps came from not far away.
Not long after, Du Ziteng walked over.
"So it's Master Li. I thought it was screaming here."
He had heard a series of miserable howls coming from here, so he ran over to take a look.
Li Shimin saw Du Ziteng and smiled, "Housekeeper, where's Feng Zi?"
Du Ziteng cupped his hands and smiled, "Master is eating hotpot with Young Master Cheng and the others in the hall."
Young Master Cheng?
Cheng Yaojin was slightly stunned.
Could it be Tie Niu, that kid?
Just now, the guard said that someone with the surname Cheng also twisted his hand. Could it be this kid?
He hurriedly said, "Housekeeper, take us to see him."
Du Ziteng nodded and turned to walk to the hall.
Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin followed closely behind.
Before they reached the hall, they smelled the rich smell of hotpot.
This instantly aroused Cheng Yaojin's appetite. He didn't care about what happened just now and strode to the hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw Cheng Chumo holding chopsticks in his left hand and trying to pick something in the hotpot. He tried for a long time but couldn't get anything. It was a funny look.
Cheng Yaojin's expression changed and he shouted, "Tie Niu, why are you here?"
This shout scared Cheng Chumo so much that he almost fell off the stool.
This was a fear that came from the depths of his bones. It was like the horn of the abyss, unforgettable.
He sat on the stool and looked at his dead father with a bitter expression. His voice trembled, "Dad, why are you here?"
Cheng Yaojin strode forward and picked Cheng Chumo up like a chicken. But this time, he used his left hand. He said unhappily, "Lao Tzu was asking you. Why are you asking Lao Tzu now?"
When Zhang Feng saw that the situation was not right, he quickly went forward and pulled Cheng Yaojin back. "Old Cheng, what are you doing? Why are you so angry the moment you arrive? "
Cheng Chumo knew that his father never knew the reason for his anger. Whenever he was unhappy, he would beat him up. Whenever he was happy, he would also beat him up. Therefore, he didn't dare to say anything.
Cheng Yaojin glared at Zhang Feng and said, "This brat doesn't even know to call Lao Tzu when he's eating hotpot. He's eating alone? Don't you think he should be beaten? Also, did this kid sprain his hand when he was exercising in the front yard? You sprained your hand from just a little exercise. Don't you deserve a beating? "
Zhang Feng suddenly understood. It turned out that Iron Bull was telling the truth when he said that Old Cheng didn't need a reason to beat him up. How could he be beaten up just because he was eating hotpot? And what kind of exercise was this?
As he thought about it, he turned to look at Cheng Yaojin. Suddenly, he found that Cheng Yaojin's right hand was half-hanging. He was lifting Cheng Chumo with his left hand. When he saw this, he instantly understood. Old Cheng had also gone to do push-ups and sprained his hand. He didn't know that someone had told Old Cheng that Cheng Chumo's hand had also been sprained. Old Cheng was angry, so he came in to settle the score with Cheng Chumo.
However, even if he wanted to vent his anger, this wasn't the time.
Zhang Feng quickly pulled Cheng Yaojin away and said with a serious expression, "Old Cheng, even if you sprained your hand, you can't blame Iron Bull, right? What's the use of venting your anger on him? "
As soon as he said this, Cheng Chumo, who was still in a daze, understood something. It turned out that this damn father had also sprained his hand. No wonder he wanted to vent his anger on him. Although he mocked Cheng Yaojin in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even dare to laugh.
However, Zhangsun Chong, who was next to the table, was overjoyed and burst into laughter.
When Cheng Yaojin saw this, his eyes widened like a bull's. "You two bastards dare to laugh at Lao Tzu? Are you looking for a beating? "
As he said this, he clenched his fist and was about to punch Zhangsun Chong and Cheng Chong.
"Old Cheng, what are you trying to do?"
A shout came from outside the door.
Then, Zhangsun Wuji, Li Shimin, and the others walked in.
The person who spoke just now was Zhangsun Wuji. He was just about to enter the door when he saw Cheng Yaojin about to punch his son. How could he agree to this? Zhangsun Chong was the only bloodline of the Zhangsun Family. Normally, he was afraid that he would melt in his mouth and break in his hands. Zhangsun Wuji didn't even dare to hit him, so how could he let this fool hit him?
Thinking of this, Zhangsun Wuji strode forward and stood in front of his son to protect him. He glared angrily at Cheng Yaojin. "What are you trying to do? How dare you hit my son? Is there no law in this world? "
In fact, Cheng Yaojin didn't really want to hit Zhangsun Chong. After all, there was a generation gap between the two of them. It would be decent if he hit him. However, this guy just laughed at him, so he hit him. He just wanted to scare Zhangsun Chong, but he didn't expect that Zhangsun Wuji would stand up for him. He lost face and glared. "This brat just laughed at Old Man. Don't you think he deserves to be hit?"
Zhangsun Wuji looked at Cheng Yaojin's hand and then looked at Cheng Chumo's hand. Not only did his son want to laugh, but he also wanted to laugh at himself. However, there were too many people here, so he couldn't do anything. He could only say, "If you want to laugh at him, then so be it. Don't tell me you want to lower yourself to the same level as the younger generation?"
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