"Tell me, you're just kidding. You're fucking funny. You're kidding my uncle."

"Say, I'll let you say it."

"No, I'll call you."

Huo Zheng shot at him instantly, his fists were like the wind, and he hit him in the face.

He Yisheng, however, had no fear or dissatisfaction at all. His eyes and pupils were not focused.

The sadness in the eyes is not at all like a joke.

The doctor beside him also felt nervous, thinking that Huo Zheng would kill him.

His fist came to him, but suddenly stopped.

"How could it be? How could my second uncle..."

Huo Zheng's eyes instantly red, he remembered that Huo...