Miller glanced at his phone and said to Cheng Xiaofan, "Xiaofan, it's Degrell calling."
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled, "He must be suffering from the strange poison in his body acting up!"
Miller asked, "Should I answer his call?"
Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily, "Answer it, of course, we must answer it."
Someone was about to send him money, so not answering the phone would make him a fool!
Upon hearing this, Miller immediately pressed the answer button, and at the same time, he pressed the speakerphone button.
Immediately, Degrell's pained and gasping voice came through the phone: "Respected Mr. Miller, hello, did you and Mr. Cheng mention my treatment last night?"
Miller quickly replied, "Oh, Degrell, I did mention it to Xiaofan."
Degrell impatiently asked, "Mr. Miller, what did Mr. Cheng say?"
Miller, quite mischievous, scratched his head and stammered for a while, saying, "Yes, what did Xiaofan say? I drank too much last night and forgot. Degrell, do you know what he said?"
"..." Degrell was so angry he felt like spitting blood.
If he knew, why would he ask you?
This was an issue between you and Cheng Xiaofan, how would I know?
But!
Now his life was in the hands of Miller's son-in-law. Even though he was furious, he dared not vent his anger in front of Miller.
Indeed, times had changed.
In the past, would Miller dare to be so arrogant in front of him?
Degrell suppressed his inner anger, put on a smile, and said, "Respected Mr. Miller, I am suffering so much from this virus that I wish I were dead. Please stop joking with me. Mr. Cheng is with you, how would I know his attitude?"
Miller heard this and said, "Oh, Xiaofan is right beside me, I'll ask him."
"Xiaofan, what did you say last night?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and said, "Father-in-law, to be honest, I don't want to bother with him at all, considering the two assassins he sent last night."
"But I can't not give you face, so let him come!"
Mr. Miller quickly said to Degrell, "Degrell, my son-in-law said you can come over!"
Degrell said, "Mr. Miller, my whole body is in unbearable pain, and I gasp for breath with every step. Could I trouble Mr. Cheng to come to my door to treat me?"
"What a pompous attitude you have!"
Cheng Xiaofan snatched the phone from Miller and roared, "Come if you want, that's your business. If you want me to come to you, forget it."
"If you die, does it have anything to do with me?"
"..." Degrell on the other end of the phone was so roared at by Cheng Xiaofan that his eyes rolled back, and he trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.
*Smack!*
Cheng Xiaofan hung up the phone and returned it to Miller.
Miller said, "Xiaofan, let's go inside and have breakfast!"
At this moment, Melina had already gotten up and, after washing up, walked over.
Miller's household was accustomed to Chinese meals. In the morning, they had noodles and boiled eggs, with side dishes of stir-fried green peppers with dried tofu and steamed small river fish.
Breakfast was simple.
But it tasted quite good. 138 Reading Network
"Mr. Miller, did you cook these noodles?" Cheng Xiaofan asked.
Miller nodded and asked with some nervousness, "Xiaofan, is it not good, or not to your taste?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and said, "Although they are not as delicious as the noodles I make, it's already very good to be able to eat such well-cooked noodles in the United States."
Hearing his praise, Miller, like a model student, smiled and said, "Thank you for your encouragement, Xiaofan!"
Melina said, "Xiaofan, my father has always liked Chinese food. Ever since you came last time, he specially asked someone to buy a pile of books on Chinese recipes and studies them at home when he has time!"
As the three of them were chatting, the sound of a car was heard from outside the door.
Miller said, "This must be Degrell's car arriving."
Cheng Xiaofan quickly said, "Degrell has a foul odor. Tell someone to stop him outside the villa, don't let him in."
"I'm a germaphobe and don't like that smell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Miller called two security guards to the door.
Outside, a black sports car was parked, and several bodyguards were helping Degrell out of the car.
Just as Cheng Xiaofan had said, as soon as Degrell got out of the car, an unbearable stench quickly spread around.
A security guard stepped forward, covered his nose, and said loudly, "Mr. Cheng instructed that Degrell's body has a strong odor after getting out of the car, and he is not allowed to enter the house."
Degrell's eyes turned white with anger upon hearing this.
A mere security guard in the Miller household, addressing him by his name without even adding "Mr." Where did he get the audacity?
But!
He immediately thought that he was here for treatment, and could only suppress his anger.
He put on a smiling face and said to the security guard, "Don't worry, I won't enter the house. Could you please notify them inside and ask Mr. Cheng to come out!"
Another security guard quickly said, "Sorry, Mr. Cheng just finished breakfast and needs to digest his food!"
Degrell was stunned and asked, "Digest his food? How does Mr. Cheng digest his food?"
The security guard rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "You don't even understand what digesting food means? It's drinking tea, chatting, and so on!"
Degrell was so angry upon hearing this that his face turned ashen.
Now, his whole body was trembling with pain, and he couldn't even stand steadily.
This Cheng Xiaofan, however, was leisurely drinking tea and chatting inside the house, which was simply a humiliation to this old man!
"Get the stool from the trunk of the car!" Degrell ordered a bodyguard.
The bodyguard quickly retrieved a stool from the car's trunk.
Degrell sat on the stool, still trembling all over. The pain made him feel like he no longer wanted to live.
He fumbled for his phone and dialed Miller's number: "My most, most, most respected Mr. Miller, your humble servant Degrell has arrived at your humble abode. Please overlook my shortcomings and have Mr. Cheng treat me!"
"My entire body is in too much pain to bear!"
"..." Hearing Degrell's words, Miller was utterly speechless.
He actually called himself a humble servant in front of him?
So this is what you've come to!
He looked at Cheng Xiaofan and asked, "Should we go out and see Degrell now?"
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan was sitting on the sofa, eyes closed, leisurely enjoying Melina massaging his shoulders.
Upon hearing Degrell's question, he finally opened his eyes, nodded, and said, "Tell him I'll be out in ten minutes!"
Hearing this, Miller immediately said into the phone, "Degrell, Mr. Cheng said he'll be out in ten minutes. Please wait patiently for a while!"
Ten more minutes to wait?
At this moment!
For Degrell, these ten minutes felt like ten years!
This was simply unbearable!