As soon as this statement was made, the bustling front of the hall turned suddenly quiet. Everyone, including Zhao Cha and Wei Xin who had already walked to the second-floor staircase, all turned their heads in unison, staring bizarrely at the burly man Wu He standing at the door.
Feeling uneasy under their strange gazes as if there was filth on him, Wu He was about to speak again when Yang Ge, from behind the counter, spoke indifferently, "What do you seek from Yang Erlang?"
Wu He sharply turned his head, his expression slightly impatient as he looked towards Yang Ge, "Who are you?"
Yang Ge: "Quite a coincidence, I also bear the surname Yang."
"Hahaha..."
The idlers in the front hall burst out laughing, slamming their hands on the tables.
"You..."
Wu He's expression changed, his gaze flaring up with annoyance and fury as he stepped towards the counter.
Yang Ge slightly tilted his head, a faint smile still lingering on his face.
