'Did Chen JianShe get beaten up by his Brother Leng?'
At the thought, Lu Yuanbin's conscience pricked him for a rare moment.
But the feeling was quickly knocked away by a sound at the door.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK." The knocking was rapid and frantic, causing Lu Yuanbin's expression to darken.
"What's with all the knocking? If you break it, you're paying for a new door."
Lu Yuanbin walked over impatiently. He had finally managed to sit in the courtyard and enjoy the nice midday sun. 'Why can't these people give me a moment's peace?'
The underling outside, having been yelled at, immediately stopped knocking.
When Lu Yuanbin opened the door, the underling spoke with a grave expression.
"Third Master, this is bad. Someone's had a problem with the facial soap."
Lu Yuanbin's eyes narrowed.
The facial soap was his biggest venture. He'd sold hundreds of yuan worth without a single issue. 'How could something suddenly go wrong now?'
