Ning Fan was here for no other reason but to search for Teng Zhuhai; as for the Shangguan Family, he simply didn't care. The present Shangguan Family was not even worth his attention.
Just as someone had said before, times have changed. In Ning Fan's current spectrum, the Shangguan Family had long lost any threat to him.
In his eyes now, the Shangguan Family was nothing more than a defeated hound, and the Yunteng Family was their master.
"So the saying goes, 'to beat the dog, one must look at the owner.' Since I've beaten you, here I am to meet your owner, right?"
Ning Fan remarked with derision. Across from him, Shangguan Tanglong's face turned the color of a pig's liver, almost to the point of fury born of humiliation.
The expression on Shangguan Tanglong's face was quite amusing. If Ning Fan didn't have pressing matters to attend to, he wouldn't mind rubbing salt into the wounds of this old fool.
"Ning Fan, do you really think our Shangguan Family is afraid of you?!"
