A fraud?
Zhang Haoxuan's accusation stunned the people.
Standing behind the crowd, Murong Yang looked slightly grim. He walked out and looked at Ye Chen. "Brother, your face isn't familiar to me. I wonder what your name may be."
"Ye Chen."
After Murong Yang began doubting Ye Chen, Zhang Haoxuan began adding fuel to the fire while joy filled his face.
"Young Master Murong, this guy is really a fraud. He was denied entry earlier, so I've no idea how he managed to get in."
As soon as he said that, the crowd looked at Ye Chen with hostility in their eyes.
Yao Bingyue's red lips lifted slightly. She took a good look at Ye Chen with her interest piqued. To her, he did not look like someone who would have medicinal pills no matter what.
Zhang Zijian, who was standing aside, changed his expression. He said instantly, "Young Master Murong, my friend isn't a fraud…"
"Shut your mouth!" Zhang Mengqi yelled.
