The onlookers were also whispering among themselves. Most of them naturally knew that Yun Chujiu was telling the truth, but they were also certain that Zhuge Dong did not dare to tell the truth. After all, the No. 9 Sword Forging Hall was famous for being a soft persimmon.
Just as everyone was whispering among themselves, Zhuge Dong said with a slightly trembling but firm voice, “Junior Sister Yun is right. This Zhang Jun has always treated our No. 9 sword forging hall harshly.
“Breakfast has always been steamed buns and porridge, and lunch and dinner are always the same steamed buns and vegetables. We have never seen meat dishes before.
“Moreover, he was the one who insulted our No. 9 Sword Forging Hall first this morning. That’s why junior sister Yun taught him a lesson.”
Zhuge Dong’s words immediately attracted gasps.
“Oh my, is the sun rising from the north? Zhuge Dong actually dares to go against manager fan? Isn’t he afraid that he won’t be able to eat in the future?”