And when they were brought into the elegant room by Wu Sheng, Wang Rong instinctively stopped in front of the door and straightened his clothes again.

As soon as they entered the room, Wang Rong and the three of them looked to the right in unison. It seemed that the light in the entire private room was concentrated in this place, making the originally bright private room become a bit gloomy.

There, there was a young man in black silk clothes sitting on the desk with his forehead in his hands, staring closely at a piece of writing, like a tiger sitting on a dragon's plate.

Even though the young man was not standing at this moment, Wang Rong and others could still feel that he was tall and powerful.

For some reason, the young man just frowned slightly, which made the whole room feel inexplicably depressed. For example, Wu Shengzhe was holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to take a breath. As for Wang Rong and the other three, they even felt that there was something behind their heads.

The cold wind kept blowing.

Is this the Heavenly General?

They looked at each other in disbelief, and a thought came to their minds at the same time: "The Lord of the Hosts is indeed extremely powerful!"

"Sit down wherever you like, Mr. Wang, and the other two."

Wang Zheng waved his hand casually to indicate that he was not putting on airs or showing off his power. Doing it once is enough.

It's just a coincidence that just now, he just received a message from a messenger sent by Pan Zhang. A very familiar name appeared on the letter, which gave him a headache.

Compared with this, the Wang family and the Yan family who were supposed to be the targets of Langya's trip, as well as the original business of negotiating with aristocratic families, suddenly became somewhat insignificant.
Chapter completed!