If this matter blows up, let alone buying that shop at a low price later, even his own tea shop might not be able to continue operating!
Feng Ershu paced back and forth twice inside his shop.
No, he must speak with Mrs. Bai, she must keep this matter to herself and not involve him.
With these thoughts, Feng Ershu decided to close his shop and go to West Street to find Mrs. Bai.
But just as he reached out to close the door, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
Could Zhuang Qingning be lying to him?
Perhaps she didn't have any evidence at all and was just making an educated guess, trying to make him anxious to suppress this matter and hurry to find Mrs. Bai. Meanwhile, Zhuang Qingning just had to wait and she could catch him red-handed.
By then, he really wouldn't be able to explain himself.
The more Feng Ershu thought about it, the more he suspected Zhuang Qingning's visit was a trap. He could not walk into it, so he returned to his shop.