"I wonder what brings such esteemed guests to our door today?" Ou Mingde had been speaking since he entered, as if talking to himself. Despite saying much, he showed no intention of getting to the heart of the matter.
"Old Ou, are you still pretending to be a fool in front of us old men?" Leng Jianjun was always straightforward and knew nothing of beating around the bush.
"Pretending to be a fool?" However, Ou Mingde still put on a look of incomprehension, "It's not easy for an old friend to come visit me, why start with such a bizarre remark? I truly don't understand what you're talking about."
With a slow sigh, Sheng Zhenhong looked at Ou Mingde calmly, "Old Ou, neither this old man nor I have ever wronged you. Why have you gone to such lengths to drive us, and our children, to our deaths?" Did he really hate them that much?
