Cultivating My Empre

Just as Zhang Liyang and a few others were having their meal, a commotion arose outside the door, followed by a dozen or so people entering the inn.,"Damn it, shopkeeper! Can you hurry up Are you trying to starve me to death","Sir, they..." A bald man beside the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and at the same time, he gestured towards Zhang Liyang and his group.。