Zuo Qiuming's face was burning with pain; although Chu Yi's two slaps hadn't made the situation clear to him, he roughly understood that he still couldn't deal with Chu Yi now.
The only way was, like one of his junior brothers suggested, to wait!
Wait until a few years later when Chu Yi has no options left, then he could torture him in every possible way.
Zuo Qiuming gritted his teeth, feeling an unspeakable discomfort.
After all, he could only tell this to the people around him; he estimated that revenge would take a decade or so, it was impossible otherwise.
Chu Yi continued on his way, walking leisurely as if enjoying the beautiful moment.
It seemed the slower he walked, the shorter the journey became. Soon, Chu Yi arrived at Wanbao Pavilion.
Pang Dachuan, as usual, was sitting in a rocking chair at the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion, sipping wine and waving a fan.
He seemed to be in a very good mood today.
