It's like a meeting with an immortal!
Some people said when they passed by the Deputy Prefect's Residence, they heard screams coming from inside, not knowing which servant had met a disaster. Others said they saw the Gao Family's young master being whipped with a horsewhip by that senior Mr. Gao, who usually spoke slowly and gently.
But at the time, he was like a wild dog with bloodshot eyes.
People were astonished, full of admiration, relished in the misfortune of others, or yearned for what happened.
Wang Anfeng sat in the corner, listening to everyone discuss his own affairs, pouring himself tea, drinking alone in the busy crowd, yet his expression always remained nonchalant, with a warm, gentle smile on his lips.
Yuchi Jie had come to look for him, talking about the aftermath.
