Zhou Yu suddenly stood up.
"What did you say?"
"Who took Sister Yue away?"
"I... I don't know... Ah, what are you doing, don't..."
On the other end of the phone, the assistant was speaking when suddenly a scream erupted, followed by a series of chaotic noises, and then the call was disconnected.
Zhou Yu's expression darkened.
He greeted Li Meng and then went out.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the Bamboo Pavilion.
When Zhou Yu got there, a large crowd was moving in and out of the entrance of the Bamboo Pavilion, carrying things out.
They didn't even spare the sofas and beds.
They had been eating here in the morning, and Zhou Yu hadn't expected that within just half a day, it would turn out like this.
Zhou Yu strode over and stopped a young man holding a vase.
"Who are you people?"
The young man glanced at Zhou Yu. Seeing that he was young, he immediately snapped:
"Who the fuck are you?"
Slap!
Zhou Yu slapped him, sending the young man flying.
"Ahh—"
