"Who saved me?" Wang Zhanpeng looked around the house.

"Hey, thanks to Xiaohan this time, he is Jiaxin's nephew, a strong man in the late stage of the master, very powerful, if it weren't for him, brother, you wouldn't even dare to think about it."

Wang Zhanzong said with lingering fear, and glanced at him a few times after speaking; "Where is the little man?"