The look on the Korean citizen's face also became crazy, and his eyes became a little red.

He knows that things in the past should not be spoken out, but in this situation, he feels that it is extremely comfortable to say it.

Just to watch Zheng Qingming hate him like this, yet he is helpless, he is really enjoyable.

"What did you say?"

Zheng Qingming also deliberately pretended to be unbelievable.

"Ha ha ha..."

Seeing Jeong Ching-hyun's fragile appearance at this time, the Koreans feel even more enjoyable.

"I said... This royal meal of your family, whether it was in your father's hands or your hands, I have circulated rumors, but I didn't expect you to have so much luck than your father's dead ghost. These rumors are useless at all."

The Koreans spoke very clearly again.

"Oh, like this!"

Zheng Qingming took out his hand from his pocket in front of him. At the same time, she also had a recording pen in her hand.

She turned off the video pen again in front of him.

"I think I have to tell you one thing now."

"You little bitch!"

Koreans watched her actually make a recording, and immediately rushed towards Zheng Qingyang.

Zheng Qingming stepped away and avoided.

"What are you doing?"

At this time, Wei Feng also walked out of the store next door, standing tall in front of Zheng Qingming.

"You bitch, you must not die!"

The Koreans stretched out their hands, trembling non-stop, pointing at her non-stop, yelling and cursing.

Zheng Qingming sneered twice when he heard his words.

Now that Wei Feng is standing in front of her, she can be considered confident.

"I haven't finished my words yet?"

Zheng Qingming stretched out his head from behind Wei Feng.

"Actually, I made the mouse in your shop. I just let you taste the pain that was given to my dad at the time... Now you don't think it is unfair, you just asked for these!"

Zheng Qingyang said these words expressionlessly, and looked at the Koreans coldly.

The Korean face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open. He clenched his hands tightly and looked at him as if he was about to burst a blood vessel.

"dad--"

At this time Han Moli got off a taxi too, and with a leap, she rushed to the food of the Koreans.

"dad--"

Han Moli hugged the Korean national, and her eyes popped down.

"Zheng Qingming, you wolf-hearted thing, have you forgotten how good my father was to you?"

Han Moli accused Zheng Qingming.

"Hurry up and take him to the hospital! Don't die at the door of my shop, bad luck!"

Zheng Qingming didn't have time to be here, so he turned right and wrong with her.

"Thank you, Wei Feng!"

Zheng Qingming thanked Wei Feng again, and went into the Yushan.

Wei Feng glanced at Zheng Qingming's back, and a burst of distress suddenly spread in his eyes.

"Dingdong——The system prompts that Weifeng's favorability degree for you is +10, and now the favorability degree is 60."

Zheng Qingming, who had just walked into the store, heard the system prompt, her footsteps also stagnated slightly, and she continued to walk forward.

"You help me... my father..."