Tea house, Chang Xhong's face was not looking good. As the discussion grew louder, Chang Xhong stood up with a cold expression, holding a teacup as he walked out of the private room.
Mu Fan and Jiang Zhu exchanged a glance, wondering how their uncle could remain calm. Look at what everyone was saying; was the Magistrate Anhe someone they could discuss so casually?
"Bang."
The sound of a teacup shattering echoed, silencing the lounge, and everyone looked up toward the second floor.
Chang Xhong leaned on the railing with both hands, "My hand slipped."
The shopkeeper's face turned white as he hurried forward, "Young Master Zhou, I'll replace it with a new teacup right away."
Chang Xhong glanced around, clicked his tongue twice, and waved his hand, "No need, it's getting late, I should be heading home."
After a pause, he added, "But I've had my eyes opened today."
