At that moment, hearing Zhang Mengchuang's words, everyone turned as docile as grandsons, no longer daring to spew any more venomous threats.
They were like sick cats.
Even Fang Cunshan, who was now of an age where he was almost buried halfway into the yellow soil, had to respectfully address Zhang Mengchuang as "Brother Zhang" in his presence.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Mengchuang's voice was thick with anger, "Just yesterday, during the banquet, I said that seeing Wang Ye was as good as seeing me."
"No sooner had I said this, and Wang Ye had barely left, than you treated Wang Ye in such a way, does this not show that you have no regard for me in your hearts, and furthermore, that you have an intention to go against me!"
Zhang Mengchuang spoke.
These words made Yang Xing and the other three exchange glances.
Each one could see the deep shock in the others' eyes.
Zhang Mengchuang had actually said such a thing at the banquet yesterday.
