422: C422 Whitey

C422 Whitey

"There's no need. Just discipline your son, Bai Jie. Your son, Bai Jie, has already suffered the punishments he deserves." Lin Fei lightly said.

Hearing Lin Fei's words, Bai Wushuang was like a little chick pecking at rice as she kept nodding her head. Then, she quickly replied:

"Yes, yes, yes, in the future, I will teach this blind fellow a good lesson."

"Absolutely. I won't let him offend you again, Mister Lin."

"Mister Lin, what other requests do you have? Please speak your mind. I, Xiao Bai, will definitely fulfill your request."

Little White? In front of a small farmer like Lin Fei, the Bai Clan's Patriarch, Bai Wushuang, actually called him Little White?

This was too funny.

This was too surprising.

This was too unthinkable.

In the past, when the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, saw someone else, didn't he put on a haughty expression?

However, when the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, was in front of Lin Fei, this little farmer, the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, was as low as he could be in front of him.

Although others were shocked, the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, was very clear on what he was doing. He was also very sure that what he had done was right.

In Bai Wushuang's opinion, Lin Fei would definitely become a big shot in the future.

Not only was he, the head of the Bai Clan, not humiliated in front of Lin Fei, he, Bai Wushuang, had also made a wise decision.

Lin Fei looked to be around twenty-five to twenty-six years old. He was so young that Lin Fei had already become a cultivator.

Most importantly, Lin Fei's cultivation level was not low.

Before, an existence like Old Wu, who was extremely close to being a cultivator, could dominate the Southern River City for many years.

How terrifying was a cultivator like Lin Fei? Bai Wushuang could not imagine it, she really could not imagine it.

"No requests at the moment?" Lin Fei scratched his chin and pondered for a moment. He did not expect Bai Wushuang to help him with anything.

"Mr. Lin, if you have any requests in the future, feel free to ask me. I will definitely do my best to fulfill them."

The head of the Bai Clan, Bai Wushuang, said fawningly. As he spoke, a thick, flattering smile emerged on his face.

To tell the truth, deep down, he wanted to curry favor with Lin Fei, a small farmer, and hug his legs.

The attitude of the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, towards Lin Fei had provoked the nerves of the surrounding people over and over again.

Usually, the head of the Bai Clan, Bai Wushuang, was a character that they wanted to please but couldn't.

Right now, the Bai Clan's Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, was unscrupulously trying to curry favor with Lin Fei, a small farmer.

It was like a dream.

Without caring about what others thought, Lin Fei walked in front of Xiao Qianrou, held onto Xiao Qianrou's hand and left.

Looking at the departing backs of Lin Fei and Xiao Qianrou, the head of the Bai Clan, Bai Wushuang, could not help but sigh with emotion.

After he finished lamenting, the Bai Clan Head, Bai Wushuang, regained his attitude of a person in a superior position. He ordered the bodyguards of the Bai Clan in the crowd to send his son, Bai Jie, to the hospital.

In the ward.

Bai Jie was bandaged up like a mummy.1

Bai Wushuang stood with her hands behind her back. She stood by the window and looked into the distance with her deep and profound eyes.

In the blink of an eye.

He took a step forward and appeared before Bai Jie.

"Bai Jie, do you hate me?" Bai Wushuang slowly spoke as she looked into Bai Jie's eyes.

Bai Jie turned his head away.

Obviously, Bai Jie's attitude had already answered Bai Wushuang's question.

How could he not hate his father, Bai Wushuang?

He did not understand why his father, Bai Wushuang, would lower his head to a little farmer like Lin Fei.

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