At that moment, Pan Xiaodong came back.
Seeing his mother's disheartened appearance, Pan Xiaodong wanted to come up and ask what had happened.
"Mom, Ms. Zheng Yiyun, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so..."
Before Pan Xiaodong could finish, Zheng Yiyun cursed directly, "Get out!"
"Go back to your room!"
Pan Xiaodong was already a spineless wimp and was extremely afraid of Zheng Yiyun.
Unless something unexpected happened, he would never dare to talk back to Zheng Yiyun.
Seeing his mother so angry now, he was scared and hurried back to his room.
When Pan Yunhu came back, he sat down, listless, took a kettle, poured himself a cup of water, and downed it in one gulp.
"How's the bar doing, husband?"
Pan Yunhu burst out angrily, "That damned little bastard, it was obviously his doing."
"That bastard Zhang Yunhai died right in my bar, and now there's no one left in it."
"The customers, hearing that someone had died,"
"Were scared off. Many didn't even pay their bills."
