The smile on the shopkeeper's face faded away, his small eyes menacingly glaring at the woman, saying, "If you keep spouting nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."
The woman immediately exploded, taking on a shrew-like demeanor, placing the roughly two-year-old child on the ground, stepping forward a few steps, puffing her chest and hands on hips, "What? What? What do you want? Under the bright clear sky, after killing my husband, do you still want to kill me?"
The little kid, thrown to the ground, began wailing loudly, reaching his two small hands out towards the woman, crying and shouting, "Mother... hug!"
The woman, so angry that smoke almost billowed from her head, couldn't care less, relentlessly pursuing the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was so angry his chest hurt, "Shrew, truly a shrew."
The assistant even praised this plump woman as pretty, saying selling her to the Yihong Brothel could earn big money. Is he blind?
