Just after Cheng Qi closed the door and turned to leave, in the room, the woman who was still standing and talking to him just now had disappeared.

……

The Dark City has a large footprint and a lot of noisy sounds.

Rong Sheng can only find the location of Zhan Nanting through the positioning of the system.

It turned out that Zhan Nanting went to the reception room of Lei Ye, the behind-the-scenes person in the Dark City.

And it was heavily guarded, and there were men in black everywhere.

Rong Sheng couldn't be too public, so he quietly hid in the lounge in the reception room.

In the luxurious and dark reception room, because of the arrival of Zhan Nanting, the oppressive aura suddenly shrouded the surroundings, and the atmosphere began to become oppressive and cold.

On the graceful and luxurious sofa, the man in his early forties drank tea slowly, and when he inadvertently raised his eyes, he touched the cold gaze of the man opposite, reached out, and put the teacup back on the crystal clear porcelain surface of the tea table.

The sound of "pop" is neither light nor heavy.

"Nan Ting, why do you have time to visit your brother today?"

You must know that last time he came out to run errands, he stayed here for a few days, but he didn't come to see him once.

Listening to his yin and yang strange tone, Zhan Nanting raised his lips and sneered, "I'm already here, just say what you want to say, you don't need to beat around the bush with me." ”

He hates it when people pretend to be in front of him!

Looking at Zhan Nanting's unhappy expression, Zhan Minglei bowed slightly, and said calmly, "Since you have said so, then I will make it clear, the spirit bead you want is in my hand now." ”

When the words fell, Zhan Nanting's cold eyes flashed, and he finally raised his eyes, and for the first time looked directly at the man opposite who was fifteen years older than him, "Minglei, you are really as dirty as ever." ”

Like the city of darkness he founded, it will never see the light.

"Say, what do you want?" With his eyes slightly closed, Zhan Nanting's every move revealed an elegant and noble temperament.

This is him, the only heir of the Zhan family.

Zhan Minglei looked at it, but he still had a cold face, "I want half of the Zhan family's wealth." ”

Not much, he only needs half.

"Huh." His narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and Zhan Nanting raised his eyebrows at the other party, "What do you think you are qualified to get this half?" ”

It's wealth, or it's inheritance.

"I'm not eligible?" Zhan Minglei smiled, but the blue tendons on his forehead were enough to see his anger at the moment.

"Tuk Tuk!"

The floor was knocked straight by the cane in his hand, Zhan Minglei looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be the pride of the sky, he suddenly half got up excitedly, "Zhan Nanting, just because I paid this leg for your father, I am qualified to get half of the Zhan family's property." ”

Thirty years ago, when Zhan Minglei was only eleven years old, he was adopted by Zhan Nanting's father, Zhan Chengyi, and that time, it was only because Mrs. Zhan could no longer have children after being diagnosed.

The Zhan family couple was really good to him, but who would have thought that in the fourth year of his adoption, Mrs. Zhan suddenly became pregnant, and gave birth to Zhan Nanting after being pregnant in October.

Since then, all the favors that originally belonged to him have been transferred to Zhan Nanting.

Zhan Minglei knew that these were human things, who called him not the biological son of the Zhan family couple.

He was just angry, angry, why did he try so hard later but still failed to make Zhan Chengyi pay attention to him.

"Pay?"

After ten years, Zhan Nanting couldn't help but feel funny when he heard Zhan Minglei begging for credit for his crippled leg.