He looked at his brother with a look of disbelief. Fubo is their family? Why can my brother say such a thing
Xiao Deng, Xiao Zhou, and Xiao Wang, who were sitting in the kitchen to eat, also crowded to the door to check. Even Uncle Fu wanted to drive away, and the young master was getting worse and worse.
Only Zhou Yunsheng ate it with relish. Of course he knew that there was something tricky about the so-called basement, otherwise the Xue family would be so nervous, but so what? Who made him always look at him with the eyes of the dead.
"Eat slowly, be careful that there are still thorns that are not picked clean." Xue Zixuan rubbed the top of the young man's hair, looked at Uncle Fu again, and reiterated, "I mean you were fired, and you are leaving tonight."
"Mr. and Madam..." Fubo still didn't give up.
"I'll call them. You know, the Xue family will be in charge of me as soon as possible. If you don't leave now, you will leave in the future. I don't like others pointing fingers at me."
Uncle Fu looked around and found that everyone dared not speak under the pressure of the young master, and remembered Xue Rui who was obedient to his son, and finally choked up and agreed. Watching Uncle Fu's hunched back disappear into the corner, Xiao Wang buried his head deeply, and was actually afraid of the boss.
It only took him just one month to complete the transformation from artist to superior. He has the ability, skill, and the coldest heart in the world. The Xue family will definitely belong to him, and even worse, it will become his one word. At that time, I am afraid that even the husband and wife will not have the room to speak.