This little Chinese Dan, whether it is for self-use or to give it to others, has face and lost it. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

"Fatty Yang, come here."

Chen Yu waved at the fat man.

"I, what's the matter?"

The fat man who was talking about Gongsun Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and he was a little at a loss.

"Wait a while to apologize to Miss Gongsun. You think no one knows what you whispered just now, but this Nine-turn corridor has a special arrangement that can amplify the voice of speaking. You are not doing this right."

Chen Yu's words made the fat man's face turn pale suddenly. He really didn't expect that the Nine-turn Corridor would have such a layout.

"Don't panic too much. I am a reasonable person. If you say the wrong thing, you will not exaggerate it. Go and donate 500 taels of silver to Shantang. Is it OK?

Miss Gongsun is a good assistant, you must learn to respect her."

Chen Yu said quietly, staring at her standing beside her.

She fell behind Chenyu and placed her hands on her waist, respectful and honest, beautiful palace style, drooping eyebrows, and warm sunlight stayed on her delicate nose, like a little bit like water waves, white jade.
Chapter completed!