"I, I..."
Cheng Xiaoxiao held her forehead, seeing her father's forehead sweat, it seemed he wasn't suited to handling such situations, unable to string a sentence together for a long time.
In front of so many clan elders, even her older uncle dared not to interject, the hierarchy was suppressive, and Uncle Beiniu stood quietly in the corner.
What's wrong with these three? It's not like a court trial, does it have to be this way?
Watching Cheng Yong unable to provide a proper explanation, everyone felt more suspicious, as if they were deceived.
Seventh Uncle tapped the ground with his cane, saying impatiently, "Third Son has a point, we can't just believe rumors, after all, it did not come from the mouth of Master Liao Ming. Let me ask you, how old is Master Jing Yuan? How long has he been fortune-telling? Why haven't we heard of him before?"
