Kapitel 397: Poison Ryegrass

"Oh god, that sounds terrible," Ning said. "Do you have any idea why that is happening? Are you sure that your bread is the cause?"

"No, we have no idea what this could be happening," Lisa said with her eyes full of years. "All we know is that the bread is definitely the cause."

"A few of our staff members ate some of the bread and they too have come down with the same illness as those actors, brother Ning," Reever said.

The door opened once more and an old man with a mustache and a top hat walked in, supported by a black cane. 

"Mr. Hendor," Lisa immediately stood up and wiped away her tears. 

"Mr. Hendor, we are so sorry for the…" Reever stood up to speak, but the old man put up his hand to get them to stop speaking. 

"You don't have to explain anything young lad, I know it was not you people's intention to cause problems for us. If possible, I would love to just let all of these problems be swept under the rug."