THUMP, THUMP!
As his words fell, several men from the Wang family stormed into the side hall. They grabbed Su Mengqing and her three companions by the back of their collars and unceremoniously threw them into the main hall.
Sprawled on the floor, the four of them exchanged glances. They were disheveled and covered in dust, their faces filled with anxiety.
"Why did you have to be so stubborn? You should have just come out instead of covering for a bunch of thieves," Lin Fan said, glancing at Su Mengqing before squatting down beside Mr. Wang Sr.
He had long sensed at least four people hiding in the side hall, but he never expected them to be from the Su family. Perhaps they were the ones who stole the White Dragon Grass?
"Don't get any funny ideas in the future. You can't handle what's mine."
