A single sentence cornered lame Hong Er, leaving him begging pitifully: "Please don't tell Mr. Fang... I beg you, you are all good people."
"Heh..."
Jing Xiuyun showed no mercy towards lame Hong Er. Although he had changed quite a bit under Mr. Fang's pressure, his core nature was undoubtedly still despicable.
As she spoke, she continued walking forward.
After walking several hundred feet, Zhao Ying'er seemed thoughtful as she gazed at the tightly closed gate on the other side, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
After walking past it, Zhao Ying'er said: "Sister Xiu Yun, do you find something strange?"
"What is strange?"
"That gate, during this recent time, since crossing over here for inspections, besides when we knocked to enter, the gate has basically never been opened?"
"Which gate?"
Jing Xiuyun was a bit puzzled and turned her head along Zhao Ying'er's line of sight, seeing the imposing gatehouse with two large stone lions standing guard at the entrance.
