The butler's words just now made Song Yin'er completely awake-
"Butler...what should I do..."
Song Yin'er was very panicked and confused, and was pacing back and forth like a headless fly.
"Miss Song, hurry up and ask the opera troupe to withdraw first." The housekeeper reminded.
"Ah! Yes! The opera troupe..." Song Yin'er suddenly came to her senses and commanded in a hurry.
The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and joined the evacuation troupe.
The guests felt even more re-explanated—
Yan Junyan was angry. Everyone can see how scary it was.
No one wants to see Yan Junyan get angry.
Just as everyone was relieved, Ti Yafu suddenly stood up and stopped them with a smile.
The guests in the hall couldn't help but gasp.
"Madam Mu, are you?" The housekeeper was stunned and didn't understand why Di Yafu ran out to join in the fun.
This play is sung well, why bother to drive away and disturb everyone's interest?" Ji Yafu smiled slightly.
"Madam Mu, this drama cannot be performed..."
"Why can't you act? Is it because you're not doing it well?"
"This—" the housekeeper was speechless, and after a while, he answered, "This opera troupe is acting...it is acting..."
The housekeeper doesn't know what to say.
He didn't know much about the master and his wife.
Whether the troupe sang is true or false, there is no accurate answer in the butler's mind.
The reason why I was nervous was because Yan Junyan was angry!
The housekeeper believed that if it weren’t for the young lady here, Miss Song would have been dragged down and buried by the young master when she stepped into Zhaixing!
How is it possible that there will be so many things happening?
"What is it?" Ji Yafu smiled very well, and a strange light flashed deep in her black eyes. "The opera troupe is singing opera, there are so many things about the same name and surname. I think Young Master Yan won't mind, right?"
As he said, his eyes slowly shifted to the other side.
Yan Junyan just squinted his eyes dangerously and said nothing.
"Master Yan, don't you want to know what happened next?" said Ti Yafu, turning around the guests in the hall, "I believe that everyone here is looking forward to the next story, aren't you?"
The guests shook their heads in a tacit understanding.
Who would be interested in Yan Junyan’s family affairs?
It’s not that I’m afraid of my life!!!
Yan Junyan didn't say anything, but just looked at Ji Yafu, his face gloomy and unstable.
No one could guess what he was thinking now.
"Master Yan, do you really don't want to know at all what happened later?"
"I am not interested in old things at all."
"I don't want to know the whereabouts of Mrs. Mu?" Ji Yafu was afraid that Yan Junyan would not take the bait, so he quickly threw out another bait.
"What does it mean?" Yan Junyan's attention was completely picked up.
Without absolute certainty, Tiafu dared not mention Mrs. Mu, who had been dead for twenty-three years in front of so many people.
"It means that Mrs. Mu was not dead back then." Di Yafu said softly, with a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.
Mrs. Mu is not dead?
As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.
The guests began to whisper and discuss the authenticity of Tiafu's words.
Yan Junyan was slightly stunned.
Mu Ruofei was also stunned. Looking at Di Yafu, she couldn't come back to her senses.
I don’t understand why Tiafu suddenly said something.
However, what Mu Ruofei understands, Tiafu will not mention for no reason.