"You're talking nonsense!"
A middle-aged man snapped his head up and roared, "Second Young Master, you can't just make baseless accusations!"
"Let him speak!"
Yu Xinru, who had been screaming just a moment before, shrieked again, "Zhong Tianbao! You tell me, where did you see it? When did you see it? And who else saw it!"
"It was just a few days ago, on the night of the seventh. I was eating at the Rongfang Inn and saw it on my way back."
Zhong Tianbao wasn't flustered in the slightest. He answered with perfect composure, "Besides me, the First Young Master's men, Lin Feilai and Wang Bao, saw it too."
"Where are Lin Feilai and Wang Bao?" Zhong Zhengtang turned and scanned the surroundings.
A round-faced, middle-aged man standing outside the doors suddenly trembled. He lowered his head and stammered, "H-Here... Wang Bao is here!"
WHOOSH!
A sudden gust of wind erupted.
