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Su Hao only felt that lifting a rock hit his own foot. If he had known that he would be entangled by Wen Cai, he would not say these things.

It's better now, I can only be perfunctory.

He himself is a novice, so if he advises Wencai, he won't be self-defeating, right?

Well, Wen Cai itself is not very good, and it is normal to not be able to catch up with others.

Thinking of this, Su Hao felt less guilt in his heart.

"Wen Cai, Master has something to do with me, I'll go there first, and I'll give you advice later."

Su Hao found an excuse and ran away.

As for using Uncle Jiu as a shield, it's not once or twice anyway, and Uncle Jiu won't care.

……

The day passed quickly.

When the sun went down and the sky and the earth fell into darkness, Master Ren, the money-capable man, used his abilities to wave countless money, and finally built an ordinary hut.

There are only two houses, one for him and one for daughter Ren Tingting.

There is no furniture, just a bed, and nothing else, it looks relatively simple.

This cannot be compared with the luxurious Ren family at all.

Ren Tingting is quite disgusted, she has been pampered since she was a child, she lives in a good place, eats good food, and uses high-end goods...

Where have you lived in such a simple room?

"Father, why do we live here?"

Ren Tingting looked at Master Ren with dissatisfaction and said, "Isn't it good to live at home? If you insist on coming to this place, you old man must be a fool, right?"

"Tingting, what are you talking about?"

Master Ren said unhappily: "I'm here for our safety, so I came to Uncle Jiu. It's okay for you to complain in front of me. Don't complain in front of Uncle Jiu. Remember Already?"

"Got it, got it, I'm not a child, you don't need to remind me several times."

Ren Tingting pursed her lips and said.

"I'm all here for your own good."

Master Ren said.

"Tch, what is it for my own good? I don't see where it is for my own good?"

Ren Tingting muttered in a low voice.

"what are you saying?"

Master Ren didn't hear clearly, but he also heard a voice, and asked directly.

"It's nothing."

Ren Tingting shook her head and said.

"Really nothing?"

Master Ren asked again.

"It's really nothing, you old man, don't think about it."

Ren Tingting said.

"Well, it's nothing if you say nothing."

Master Ren did not continue to pursue the matter: "Tingting, this is not your home. There are some things that you should endure when you should. Don't play your temper."

"Father, do I have such a temper as a young lady?"

Ren Tingting couldn't laugh or cry.

"I remember you had it."

Master Ren said uncertainly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Dad, let me ask you, how long are we going to live here?"

Ren Tingting asked seriously.

"This... I don't know either. When I go back to live, it depends entirely on when Uncle Jiu arrests your grandfather."

When Master Ren said this, he couldn't help but sighed, and said depressedly: "Your grandpa turned into a zombie... He almost killed me at that time, but fortunately Uncle Jiu rushed over in time."

Thinking of what happened last night, Master Ren still has lingering fears, and he looks worried and frightened.

He has lived for most of his life, and he has never seen any monsters and ghosts, but last night he saw his father turned into a zombie...

The key is the alive and kicking zombie, who wants to bite him to death.

This is not good.

In fact, if possible, Mr. Ren would like to arrest his father and send him out for an exhibition.

Sure to make a lot of money.