"Xiao Feng, whether you agree or not, you still have to agree!"
In an instant, all the elders stood up from the ground, their gazes locking onto the man without exception.
Suddenly, an angry shout thundered across the sky, coming from outside the door: "I'd like to see who dares to chop off his arm!"
At the sound of this familiar voice, Third Young Master Xiao's body shook, his eyes revealing astonishment.
How did this old guy come back?
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and then, under everyone's gaze, an elderly figure flashed in from outside, entering their view.
Xiao Baixuan, his eyes full of fury, glared at the people before him with an iron-blue face.
"I had only been away for a while, and you've already turned everything upside down? And you even want to lay hands on the person I brought into the family? Who gave you such audacity?"
