Accompanied by the three people,
Xu Wanyun led the uneasy A'Qing back to the courtyard.
At the same time, several old people who were approaching the end of their lives also made their way over slowly from afar.
The one at the front was none other than the second uncle ancestor of the Zheng Family whom they had met a few days before.
"Shen, please don't be offended, it must be that my Zheng Family did not attend to you properly, which angered Madame Shen."
The second uncle ancestor's smile was gentle, but on his withered face, it looked somewhat unsettling.
"Bring forth the feast."
He walked into the courtyard and sat down opposite Shen Yi, "Let this old man express his apologies."
Besides this second uncle ancestor, taking the opportunity of escorting Xu Wanyun back, seven or eight figures gathered outside the courtyard, each emanating an extraordinary aura.
"..."
Shen Yi silently looked towards the "Madame" not far away, his expression growing even more calm.
