"Jiang Fu Yi, you are so happy Wen Tiandu took a sip of tea, looked at Jiang Le kneeling and trembling, and said coldly.

Jiang Le dared to reply and slapped himself in the face. He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."

"Well, you've got a lot of fat on your body, and someone has to carry your belly for you. It seems that you've been making a lot of money in Taijing city in the past five years .?” Wen Tiandu still said.

Jiang Le was stunned. He could not help but look at his belly, which was falling down to his thigh. He was in a first-class cold sweat. He thought to himself, can't you give face if you hit someone without face? Can't you give face if you swear

Thinking about it, he bit his teeth and said, "I don't know that Mr. Wen is coming. I'm confused for a moment Damn it, little... "

Just then, a sergeant of the city Lord's mansion came in and saw the shivering and stammering City Lord kneeling on the ground. For a moment, he was stunned and stood still. It seemed that he couldn't figure out how the city Lord, who had always been domineering, could have such a posture.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Le looked back at the innocent sergeant with an angry look that if you dare to speak out, you can die.