Wen Shizhou's eye twitched.
He suppressed the pain in his fist and squeezed out a smile.
"Mr. Qin, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us," he said.
"Look here..."
Wen Shizhou glanced around.
"How about we take this inside the drawing room to talk?"
Zhou Yu nodded.
"That's fine."
He indeed wanted to see what kind of trick Wen Shizhou was up to.
After they arrived at the drawing room, Wen Shizhou instructed his disciples to serve tea.
"Come, Mr. Zhou, try this unique tea from Shenwu Hall," he invited.
Seeing Wen Shizhou's composed demeanor, Xie Changlin couldn't hold back anymore; he directly smashed his cup to the ground.
"Wen Shizhou, stop this pretense! You had Sun Ling curse my son, and you owe me an explanation for this," he demanded.
Wen Shizhou responded indifferently:
"Xie Changlin, that curse was not specifically meant for your son. At most, we only intended to use your son."
