Gongsun Qian laughed angrily: "For your funeral, we will not let our deceased rest in peace, are you still reasonable?"

"It's the truth to have money!"

Zhao Xiaoyan glared at Gongsun Qian in a fierce manner: "A group of penis tell us fairness and reasoning. Are there any qualifications and capital?"

"Also, a little bully made a funeral, just dig a place to bury it, and make people laugh so much."

"I warn you not to make trouble, otherwise I will interrupt your hand."

She shouted softly: "Even the people buried inside, I will dig out the bones and stir up ashes."

"Bang!"

This time, Ye Fan did not talk nonsense anymore and raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xiaoyan on the cheek.

It was crisp and loud, and strong, Zhao Xiaoyan screamed and fell straight and flew out.

She knocked over two companions and fell heavily to the ground.

She got up and covered her face and roared forward: "Dog thing, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you..."

"Bang!"

Ye Fan slapped Zhao Xiaoyan again, and his voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Chu Ge's funeral, I start whenever I want, and I can do it as long as I want."

"You, an agent, are not qualified to point fingers at us."

Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped his hands: "If you didn't want to kill someone today, you've all your heads fall to the ground now."

Zhao Xiaoyan was very angry: "Bastard, you slapped me twice, and you can't save both hands."

Ye Fan turned his head slightly: "Sister Qian, write it down for me. After moving the grave, I will remind me to break her hands!"

Gongsun Qian glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan: "Okay!"

Ye Fan then turned his wheelchair and walked forward a few steps:
Chapter completed!