"Young Master Fang."
Mr. Shan tapped his palm with a folding fan and slowly began to speak:
"Do you wish to intervene in this matter?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Fang Zheng. His eyes were long and narrow, which already gave off a cold feeling, and now it was even more chilling.
It felt like being stared at by a slick, poisonous snake.
"Spare when you can." Fang Zheng stretched his body, appearing not to notice the threat in the other's voice, and smiled calmly:
"Mr. Shan, why be so ruthless?"
"This is Lord Yan's instruction." Mr. Shan cupped his fists and saluted upward:
"Young Master Fang, you are a smart person. Everyone in Gu'an County, from the top down, is connected to Square Porcelain. Why make trouble for yourself?"
"If you leave now, I can pretend I didn't see anything."
These words were already quite polite for him.
After all.
