Chapter 290 Conflict_2

The middle-aged man nodded slightly but didn't say much, just that the glint in his eyes was as cold as the bone-chilling north wind that seemed to freeze everything in the depth of winter.

At this point, the madam hurried downstairs, babbling, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, this guest just walked into the wrong room, he wasn't trying to spoil Young Master Chen's pleasure."

But the house servant looked down at Big Black Donkey lying on the ground and sneered, "That's exactly why he's still alive. Otherwise, he'd already be a corpse."

Big Black Donkey, sprawled on the ground, was still trying to make sense of what had happened. Newly arrived in the human world, he had been dazzled by its splendor and pleasure and considered his journey worthwhile, as it was far more interesting than what the storytellers had described. He hadn't expected to be thrown down from the upper floor by this guy.