Chapter 552
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Ning Ruolan's anger!
That afternoon.
At the entrance of the Ning family's villa, the head of the Ning family, Ning Zhiyuan, stood motionlessly in formal attire.
Behind him were two rows of people standing respectfully. All of them were the upper echelons of the Ning family. Any one of them could cause an earthquake outside, but none of them moved at all.
If one took a closer look, they would realize that these people's faces were filled with impatience. However, they did not dare to flare up because of Ning Zhiyuan's authority.
"Master, who are we waiting for?"
In the end, a core member of the Ning family could not help but ask.
His words naturally attracted everyone's attention.
That was right!
With the Ning family's status in Jinling, was there a need to make such a big fuss to welcome a single person? Even the master had come personally. Those who did not know would think that a big shot had arrived.
"That's right. He has an appointment with someone to have sex with."
A beautiful woman wiped her face with a wet towel, looking very impatient, "It's been half an hour, and he's still not here."
"Shut up!"
However, Ning Zhiyuan snorted coldly and said expressionlessly, "Keep your spirits up. It's a great honor for our Ning family that the big shot who is coming today can come to our Ning family. No one is allowed to neglect him at all. Otherwise, he will be expelled from the family."
Everyone's expressions froze when they heard that, but they did not dare to complain anymore. However, they could not help but be curious about what kind of big shot could make the master so nervous.
Even the masters of other wealthy families did not receive such treatment, right?
At this moment, a black BMW drove over from afar. When the car stopped, an ordinary-looking young man walked out holding the hands of two little girls who looked like they were carved out of jade.
"Sir, it's my honor to have you here at my humble home!"
Ning Zhiyuan's spirit was lifted. He immediately greeted him with a smile.
Ye Chen smiled lightly, "I've kept you waiting, Master Ning!"
At the same time, the people of the Ning family around lifted their eyes to look at Ye Chen. Disappointment appeared on their faces.
They thought he was some big shot.
They did not expect him to be so ordinary!
"It's not long at all. You're being too kind, sir!"
Ning Zhiyuan laughed and led Ye Chen into the villa, "Sir, I've prepared a banquet. I've been waiting for your arrival!"
"Dad, have you forgotten about your daughter?"
Ning Ruolan walked out of the car, her face full of anger. Ning Zhiyuan didn't even pay attention to her.
The crowd immediately dispersed. The woman from before muttered, "Let's all disperse. I thought it was some big shot, but it turned out to be a poor brat. The Patriarch is really …"
"Stop!"
Ning Ruolan's face turned cold, and she called out to her, "What did you just say?"
"No … nothing."
The woman's face turned pale as she hurriedly shook her head.
"Although I don't like that guy, he's Brother Wushuang's relative after all. In other words, he's half my relative. How can you belittle him?"
After dropping those words, Ning Ruolan walked into the villa, leaving the previous woman standing in the same place and continuously slapping her own face.
The members of the Ning Clan kept quiet out of fear.
This was the first time they had seen Ning Ruolan flip out!
…
The Ning family's third floor reception room.
Mengmeng and Qianqian could not stop eating the sumptuous dishes on the table. The table full of dishes ended up in the stomachs of the two little girls.
On the other hand, Ning Zhiyuan and his daughter acted as if they did not see it. Instead, they looked at Ye Chen in shock, "Mr. Ye, do you mean that Wushuang i-is dead?"
"How is that possible?!"
Ning Zhiyuan almost fainted.
He had seen countless people in his life, but he only liked the young man in white who carried a sword on his back.
Because of that, he was not angry even when that young man barged into the Ning family's Weapon Repository and snatched the clan's treasure, the Great Thunder Sword. Instead, he intended to betroth his only daughter to him.
Who would have thought that less than two months after the young man returned to Yan Jing, the news of his death had come!
What an outstanding genius he was!
On the other hand, Ning Ruolan could not accept it. She almost flipped the table over. She stood up by instinct and looked straight at Ye Chen, "Are you saying that my B-Brother Wushuang is d-dead?"
Ye Chen sighed softly and waved his hand. A few fragments suddenly appeared on the table. They were the fragments of Wushuang's Great Thunder Sword. The fragments were still sharp, but their owner was …
"It's the Great Thunder Sword!"
Ning Zhiyuan recognized it at a glance, and there was a faint stabbing pain in his heart, "The sword was broken, and the person died. Did the person really die when the sword was broken?"
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