She didn't finish her sentence, glancing at the boy toy sitting on her lap. She realized that mentioning her husband in this situation would be like admitting defeat before the fight even started.
"Go on, why did you stop? Aren't you usually quite the talker? Who is your husband? I think the curious onlookers here are all dying to know," Sun Dasheng teased, seizing her moment of weakness to kick her while she was down, giving her no escape.
"Alright, alright! You country folk are all the same, eyes wide open at the sight of money. So annoying. Just name your price, I'll pay you."
The wealthy older woman conceded, deciding to just spend the money to avert disaster.
"It's not that much to you. This broken bag is worth two million, at most," Sun Dasheng said nonchalantly.
"How much?" The woman felt like she was hearing things. She looked down at the boy toy on her lap.
