Su Yu had always been perceptive, able to see through people's hearts with just a glance, and although Master Zhou was a merchant, he was far from foolish. He had already caught a strange vibe from Bao Er's reactions.
Furrowing his brow and taking a deep breath, he asked sternly, "Bao Er, tell me the truth, what exactly is going on?"
That question, like a heavy hammer shattering thin ice, broke through Bao Er's last line of defense.
His face turned pale, and his legs went weak. With a dull "thud," he knelt heavily on the flagstone floor, stirring up a tiny cloud of dust.
"Master Zhou, I... I didn't collude with anyone, I just... just..."
Bao Er spoke incoherently, the sweat beads on his forehead rolling down, reflecting his extreme panic.
"Just what? Speak quickly!"
