Qin Yu followed behind Zhuang Teng and walked in a certain direction.
On the way, Zhuang Teng couldn't help but ask with some doubt, "Brother Qin, did you really kill Granny Qin?"
Qin Yu glanced at him and shook his head. "No."
"Brother Qin has always kept a low profile," Chu Heng said with a smile.
Qin Yu didn't explain. He knew that it was useless to explain.
As they spoke, they came to a pavilion.
There was a stone table in the pavilion. The table was already filled with people.
Almost all the young masters of the aristocratic families of Jingdu were gathered here.
Other than Zhuang Teng and Chu Heng, Chu Hedao, Kong Yun, Yao Meng, Xiao Yuan, and the others were all gathered here.
Qin Yu couldn't help but frown.
He subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Teng and seemed to understand what these people meant.
These people clearly recognized Qin Yu's strength and wanted to pull Qin Yu into their so-called circle.