The pen writes of a bountiful year.

Chapter 87 Taking the Car Back to Town

Ji Guangyuan looked at his useless son, who kept hiding behind him, and it made him angry.

"Enough!"

This Boss Ji was also a ruthless man, and he slapped Ji Fenglin hard.

"Dad, why are you?"

As Ji Guangyuan’s forceful slap landed, Ji Fenglin was stunned.

Looking at his father hitting him, he didn't understand why his father, who had always been so good to him, would actually lay a hand on him.

"You unfilial son, apologize to Li Qingfeng!"

"What?"

Hearing Ji Guangyuan's words, Ji Fenglin was completely bewildered. Are you sure you're my dad?

Although he was very arrogant, under Ji Guangyuan's forceful reprimand, he honestly apologized to Li Qingfeng.

"Li Qingfeng, I'm sorry!"

Li Qingfeng looked at his resentful appearance and understood that he was actually more submissive to his father, Ji Guangyuan.

Hearing his words, everything seemed to have found its source.

Looking at the person in front of him, Ji Fenglin's anger continued to grow. However, with Ji Guangyuan's intervention, he could only look at Li Qingfeng with resentful eyes.

At this point, Li Qingfeng didn't press on. He directly said to Ji Guangyuan, "Boss Ji, I've accepted the money and the letter of understanding. We'll be leaving now!"

"Ah, goodbye, little brother Li!"

Hearing his words, Ji Guangyuan quickly said.

After all, his unfilial son had offended this guy. If he didn't let it go, it would be difficult to handle.

Therefore, he showed his utmost goodwill to Li Qingfeng.

Of course, in Li Qingfeng's eyes, his goodwill was the greatest threat, as this Boss Ji of the Golden Bathhouse was not a kind person.

Seeing Li Qingfeng and Zheng Yingxue leave, Ji Guangyuan turned his gaze to Qin Bingran.

He said, "Captain Qin, since we have the letter of understanding, can we leave now?"

"Yes, just be more careful in the future! Let's go!"

Looking at the time, Qin Bingran realized it was already four in the morning. Looking at the two people in front of her, she directly asked them to leave.

Ji Guangyuan was also sensible, knowing that he couldn't gain anything today. He directly led Ji Fenglin to the prepared Mercedes-Benz.

"Greetings, Young Master Ji!"

"Wishing Young Master Ji longevity and prosperity equal to the heavens!"

Seeing Ji Fenglin come out, the members of the Golden Bathhouse immediately saluted him and offered their most respectful greetings.

Although it sounded a bit out of place, Ji Fenglin seemed very happy to hear their words.

Holding his swollen mouth, which he couldn't close, he directly shouted at the people in front, "Good... good work... a reward!"

Hearing his words, Ji Fenglin's butler immediately came forward and gave red envelopes to the bodyguards who had spoken.

Seeing their actions, Qin Bingran, who had been standing on the steps, finally couldn't help but walk over.

"Boss Ji, are you treating our police station as your own home?"

Saying this, Qin Bingran walked a little closer to Ji Fenglin.

As soon as he saw her move, this guy immediately backed away. Ji Guangyuan and the butler fell silent seeing Ji Fenglin's reaction.

"Let's go!"

So, Ji Guangyuan said to the butler beside him.

He was completely disappointed with his useless son. Seeing Ji Fenglin get into the car dejectedly, his thoughts had already drifted to his younger sister outside.

"Perhaps, I should have another one?"

He vaguely had this idea and was about to put it into practice.

However, he probably never imagined that it was precisely because of this idea that he would later lose to Li Qingfeng for this reason.

Of course, this is all in the past!

On the other side, Li Qingfeng, who had just left the police station, looked at Zheng Yingxue beside him.

He took out his phone and checked the time. It was already past four in the morning. The earliest bus to Jiefang Town was the 5:30 AM departure.

The two of them discussed and directly returned to the bus station.

Indeed, by the time they arrived at the bus station, it was already five o'clock.

The morning station was exceptionally cold. It might have been too early, as there were no passengers except for those who had slept on the benches in the bus station to catch a ride.

The ticket seller also had her eyes half-closed, yawning incessantly as she watched the dusty elderly people passing by.

Seeing Li Qingfeng and Zheng Yingxue suddenly appear, the ticket seller's eyes lit up. She was no longer sleepy and enthusiastically checked their IDs and tickets.

"This is where you board the bus, please wait here for a while!"

Seeing the beautiful girl in front of her, the ticket seller showed her best manners, which made even Li Qingfeng a little uncomfortable.

However, he had to admit that Zheng Yingxue was an extremely beautiful girl.

Even without makeup or grooming at this time, her natural beauty was still captivating to many.

"Yingxue, thank Uncle."

Li Qingfeng noticed the ticket seller's gaze and said to Zheng Yingxue in front.

"Ah?"

"Hello, Uncle! Thank you, Uncle!"

However, she unconditionally believed Li Qingfeng's words and immediately called out.

Although she knew that the ticket seller in front of her was not old, she still called him that.

"Uh... it's nothing, little sister, you're too polite!"

The ticket seller, who was initially overjoyed, was made a bit dejected by Zheng Yingxue's address.

Looking at his haggard appearance due to not washing up and shaving in the morning, he couldn't help but think.

"Am I really that old?"

Thinking of this, he looked at Li Qingfeng next to Zheng Yingxue with an envious expression.

"Uncle, you should shave your beard. You almost scared my sister."

At this moment, Li Qingfeng delivered another blow to the ticket seller.

Hearing his words, the ticket seller immediately felt like an old man who was being disliked.

After that, there were no more interruptions. The station fell silent. The bustling crowd that had just had their tickets checked suddenly became quiet.

However, there was one particularly interesting thing: the ticket seller kept squatting on the seat, lost in thought.

Am I really that old?