The teahouse was deathly silent.
The three seemed somewhat apprehensive.
Although Fang Yi told them they could tell the truth, and they had considered doing so, the thought of that guy doing such a thing for a fool filled them with such gratification that they were at a loss for words.
However, by remaining silent, everyone's gaze focused on them, bringing immense pressure that was unspeakable.
The pressure that Zhou Yuzhu exerted, in particular, was even more terrifying.
At this moment, an old man suddenly chuckled, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Young folks, don't be afraid, just speak your mind. Although Jiafei might have lost his mind a bit, I, Zhou Shuo, can assure you that once he recovers, he will personally come to thank you."
He said this with a smile, but the words sent an icy chill through the listeners.
