In the council hall.
Bai Rou whispered, "Third Brother, he's gone."
Meaning, how long do you plan to keep squeezing?
And can you use a little less strength?
The tender bamboo shoots are going to spoil.
It hurts.
Yuchi looked outside the door, serious, and whispered in her ear, "Woman, very good."
Which made the woman tremble with laughter, her heart in chaos.
Yuchi returned to his position.
Looking again at the Patriarchs in front, each with a different expression.
His face was full of smiles.
And then...
He suddenly slapped the table with his palm, with a "bang"!
The cups slightly lifted off the table, and Yuchi's gaze became entirely indifferent.
Xun Xian was startled.
She turned her head immediately to look at Yuchi.
Yuchi put his elbows on the wooden table, his hands clenched into fists resting under his chin.
He began to speak, calm with a hint of anger, "Everyone, I didn't expect you to disappoint me so much."
