Chapter 493: Torturing Scumbags, Exposing the Evil Deeds of the Zuo Family (3)

Chapter 493: Torturing Scumbags, Exposing the Evil Deeds of the Zuo Family (3)BʘXNƟVEL.CƟM

Translator: _Min_

Shen Xingjun nodded in agreement, bidding farewell to Shen Xi before reaching out to Yu Xiheng.

After the conversation, he sighed, “You wouldn’t believe it, but Miss Si is indeed very popular. You better keep an eye on her, or you might regret it if someone else hires her away.”

Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, his voice cool and even, devoid of joy or anger, “Is that all you called to say?

“Of course not, I was wondering what’s the situation with Miss Si?” Shen Xingjun’s will to survive was strong, promptly bringing up Si Fuqing, “What are you planning to do?”

Yu Xiheng, supporting his head with his hand, gazed downward with a serene look, “If she wants to have some fun, I’ll accompany her.”

The message on the phone was from Si Fuqing, sent a few minutes ago.

[Boss, my apologies, someone has come knocking, and I’m itching for some action.

So, I might not make it this afternoon, but don’t worry, I’ll definitely spend the evening with you! ]

Followed by an emoticon of a smiling face.

Shen Xingjun choked, “You two really are...” “How so?”

“It seems like good times are ahead for you.”

Yu Xiheng fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, “She’s too young.”

Zuo Tianfeng glared, “Si Fuqing! How did you bring me here? What do you want?!”

“I’m here to tell you, do you know why your Zuo family is in such a miserable state?” Si Fuqing leaned on the table, smiling slightly, “Taking my luck, you should see if you can bear it.”

Zuo Tianfeng’s eyes widened in disbelief, blurting out, “What did you say?”

The Zuo family took Si Fuqings luck?!

What kind ofnonsense was that?

In modern society, who still believed in such things?

“Si Fuqing, stop with your superstitions!” Zuo Tianfeng clenched his fists, “Do you think you can detain me just by saying these things?”

“Right, your father couldn’t bear it and died. Your brother died too, your son became a vegetable, and now you’ve willingly delivered yourself. It seems the Zuo family is finished...”

The more Zuo Tianfeng listened, the more violently his heart pounded. He gripped the armrest of his chair, his eyes bulging with rage, “Si Fuqing, you’re talking nonsense! Even if there really is such a thing as luck, it was you who stole the Zuo family’s luck! You’re a jinx!”

“Come on, call your most proud and talented daughter now.” Si Fuqing clasped her hands, chin lifted, “Let’s see if she can understand anything related to business anymore. It should all be gone by now, right?”

As Zuo Tianfeng recalled Zuo Xianyu’s unusual behavior recently, his panic intensified, “Nonsense! Xianyu has always been a business prodigy, what does that have to do with you, a nobody!”

Shang Lu placed the phone in front of Zuo Tianfeng, forcibly pressing his hand on the dial button.

Then kicked him hard in the back, “Call!”