A strange look appeared in Ye Jingtang's eyes. "Who did you hear that from?"
"I heard from idlers in a teahouse. As the saying goes, there's no smoke without fire. This old man might really have a mistress outside. Brother Jingtang, are you helping the mistress? Let's go. Let me lead the way for you."
"What mistress am I helping?" Ye Jingtang shook his head silently. He went to the middle of the passage, pressed himself against the wall, and listened carefully to the movements in the hall behind the wall. He found that Fang Shijie had directly sat down in the banquet hall. He was only saying polite words. It seemed unlikely that he would conspire openly.
Zhe Yunli was obviously a little curious. She didn't return to the store. Instead, she quietly hung on the wall and stuck her head out to look at the horses in the courtyard. Then she gave Ye Jingtang a look.
