The front door of the Mercedes opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out.
He stepped forward and greeted Qin Feng with a fist salute, "Mr. Qin, our master would like to invite you to the car for a chat!"
Qin Feng recognized him; it was An Dafuu, the butler of Zheng Jingren.
The two families had been at odds for such a long time that Zheng Jingren had obviously learned a bit about his background.
An Dafuu knowing his name was not surprising.
He chuckled lightly at An Dafuu, "Sorry, I have to deliver food to my wife, no time to chat with your master!"
An Dafuu said, "Mr. Qin, our master knows how formidable you are. We can't hurt you, but your friends and relatives are numerous, someone might be careless. If you don't show some respect, it won't be good for anyone, right?"
Qin Feng smiled lightly, "Alright, let's chat then!"
He wasn't worried about these things, just curious about what Zheng Jingren had to say to him.
