"Mrs. Dong, why would someone die? Didn't you just say a little blood?" Little Nine looked at her frightened expression and couldn't help but smile. He glanced around, "Didn't you all hear just now?"
The tone clearly held a bit of humor, yet his gaze was serious, carrying a sense of threat.
Although Little Nine had a baby face, when he became serious, he was still quite intimidating, so everyone responded in unison, "Yes, we heard."
Upon receiving a response, Little Nine raised an eyebrow, "Mrs. Dong, you see everyone's eyes are sharp."
Sharp, my foot.
Mrs. Dong resisted the urge to swear. How could she be the same as that woman? Their status and identity were different.
Although she thought this in her heart, being an official's wife for many years, she had some sense and knew better than to speak out, so she remained silent.
