About four or five minutes later, Chen Wei heard a series of disordered footsteps from behind the wall, utterly irregular. Roughly counting, there were at least about ten people.
"Looks like the people are here."
"Don't rush, the show is about to start." Su Yumei's smile was confident, as if she held a winning ticket.
Chen Wei was not at all anxious and remained expectant.
After a while, the footsteps halted, followed by a thunderously angry voice.
If Chen Wei was not mistaken, this person should be Yang Muyun's father, Yang Zhuoxian.
Seeing his son curled up pitifully at the wall corner on the floor, his anger surged from his stomach to his throat and he bellowed, "Who is it? Which blind bastard dares to injure my son, Yang Zhuoxian's son, like this? I will make sure he learns his lesson!"
