Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue exchanged glances, showing strange expressions.
"Alright, since you're fans, I've already made an exception and let you tour the place." Liu Xingyu turned around, his demeanor returning to a strictly businesslike one.
"The explosion in the old city has nothing to do with us at Match-3 Puzzle. We pay over thirty million in taxes every year. There's no reason for your Daoist Alliance to treat us like criminals."
"What? You pay over thirty million in taxes?" Zhang Fan cried out in shock.
His outburst startled both Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.
Even Liu Xingyu couldn't help but glance at him oddly.
"Wait, this funeral home is that profitable?"
Facing everyone's strange looks, Zhang Fan awkwardly said, "I mean… are there really that many to burn?"
"We don't just burn people!" Liu Xingyu replied coolly.
"You can leave now."
"When will the director be back? We can wait…" Sui Chunsheng said, voice tense.
