"Uncle Tiangang, what do you think?"
Helplessly, Feng Wenyue could only turn to the old man beside him.
The old man's name was Feng Tiangang. He raised his eyelids slightly and stroked his beard with his hand as he spoke slowly, "It's not difficult to resolve this matter. You just need to ask about what happened."
"That's reasonable." Feng Wenyue nodded his head in agreement. He then walked over to Bei Xuantian and asked him about what had transpired.
After asking Bei Xuantian, Feng Wenyue turned to Su Changhe to hear his side of the story.
After a while, Feng Wenyue frowned.
There was a huge discrepancy between their stories.
However, Feng Wenyue felt that Su Changhe's words were more trustworthy and realistic. After all, Bei Xuantian's story was somewhat vague. He only said that he had unintentionally offended Su Changhe and had not gone into the details.