"Mr. Fang, this matter involves the Yemo, that scoundrel is... too much, we demand the Guardian Hall to uphold justice for us."
Zhu Shaoyun said, lowering his head.
"Oh?"
Fang Che leaned back at once, exuding an air of authority, crossed his legs with a swish, and said indifferently: "What kind of matter? It actually requires us to uphold justice, tell me so I can hear."
"..."
Zhu Shaoyun held his breath in his throat. Damn, don't you know what happened? Didn't you witness it all?
But now, truly, being under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.
Zhu Shaoyun swallowed his anger and honestly recounted the incident completely.
His anger filling him as he spoke, his liver and gall bladder about to burst.
The more he spoke, the more his chest was about to explode.
In the end, he said: "Our Zhu Family in Baiyun State, can only rely on the Guardian Hall, this..."
