Lucas Shen didn't even look at Zhang Changhe. He turned around, walked to the mourning shed, squatted down, and started burning paper money for his teacher again.
Zhang Changhe raised his hands in the air, his face was pale and blue, and his eyes flashed with anger. He was also a well-known figure in Panhe. Everyone who saw him had to respectfully call him Mr. Zhang. He had never been ignored like this before. But thinking of Lucas Shen's identity, he suppressed his anger again. No matter how high he thought of himself, he would not think that he was qualified to wrestle with the chairman of Chuanhe Industrial. It was just that he was slapped in the face this year, but he remembered it in his heart. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, today's shame will be paid back one day.
Zhang Jing was shocked by the scene just now and dared not to pretend anymore. Now seeing Zhang Changhe being left there by Lucas Shen, he felt like a slap in the face of their Zhang family, which was a great shame and humiliation.
"Boy, you really think you are a big shot, but you don't want to show your respect, you B@st@ard..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Changhe roared, scaring Zhang Jing so much that he trembled and immediately shut his mouth.
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