After everyone at Su Chen's table had finished being shocked, they kept glancing over at him from time to time. They clearly wanted to go talk to him, but couldn't come up with a good excuse—or didn't have the nerve.
The three brothers sitting at the same table as Su Chen stared at him, their faces full of shock.
Now that Zhou Qianqian and her people had left, all the questions swirling in their minds bubbled up at once.
The three of them were so excited they could barely get their words out. They all blurted out at the same time:
"Old Su, that fight just now was fucking thrilling! What a rush! I was so excited I was shaking all over!"
"Old Su, when did your property deed fall outside? It couldn't have come at a better time!"
"And Old Su, you're a Martial Artist now??"
"Old Su, you've got a car, a house, five daughters, and a policewoman for a wife—and you're a Martial Artist too!! My God! I'm so shocked I can barely think!"
Su Chen smiled. "About the property deed—I brought it along because I didn't want you guys worrying that I'd bought the house outright and you wouldn't believe me."
Su Yinuo said guiltily, "Dad, I was so careless. I didn't look after the property deed properly. I didn't even notice when I dropped it."
Su Chen had been holding the property deed earlier. Then, in the car, Su Yinuo had taken it to look at and said she'd keep it safe.
She hadn't expected to drop it on the road after they got out.
Su Chen patted his daughter Yinuo on the shoulder and said fondly, "Nuonuo, don't blame yourself. It's no big deal if the property deed gets lost. It's useless to anyone