Pang Tong retracted his head and closed the window with a solemn expression.
"Grandpa, Dad, why aren't you back yet after such a big thing happened? Damn it, could it be that you've really been plotted against like idiots?"
It was a quiet room with light brown wood patterns. The tables, chairs, and benches were all made of wood. There was even a painting of mountains and rivers hanging on the wall, making it look warm and comfortable.
Pang Tong heaved a sigh of relief and sat at the table. He poured himself a cup of tea and a hint of bitterness flashed across his eyes. "Fortunately, I wasn't poisoned and reacted quickly. I ran out in advance. Otherwise, Dragon Gate Pavilion would have been completely wiped out…"
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the door was kicked open!
Pang Tong jumped up and ran towards the window.
Lin Yan had long expected Pang Tong to be very cunning. The moment he entered, he quickly rushed in and grabbed the back of Pang Tong's collar.
