The butcher raised the butcher knife, while the chickens, ducks, and fish on the chopping board did not notice.
Guan Yu and the others observed as they walked in from the door, touching and feeling, wondering if the walls were made of foam boards.
They saw a group of photographers emerging from a resting state, lifting their cameras, and rushed up to touch them.
"Photography brothers, who just dragged Shen Zhousong away? Confess honestly."
The photography brother didn't want to speak.
Guan Yu didn't believe it, pushed them aside, and went to look at the wall next to them, while Chu Qiu was responsible for lifting each photographer's face to take a clear look.
It was like bullies in the fields harassing good family men, making the scene a bit spicy on the eyes.
Shu Ran and the others were holding their arms watching the show nearby, and Cheng Zhirang watched everyone's movements with a subtle smile on his lips.
But it wasn't enough.
