Shu Yu frowned. Before she could take a closer look, she heard Madam Deng exclaim, "Isn't that Manager Qiu?"
Manager Qiu??
Shu Yu fixed her gaze. Indeed, it was him. Setting aside his disheveled hair and flushed face, it was undoubtedly the Manager Qiu from the cloth shop. What was going on?
Hearing his name, Manager Qiu waved his hand forcefully, "Who is Manager Qiu? Who? I'm not. I just want to buy wine. Hurry up and give it to me!"
With that, he pulled out a string of copper coins from his pocket and slammed it onto the counter. "If you don't give it to me, I'll, I'll—"
He glanced around, staggered to the corner, picked up a chair, and raised it as if to smash the wine jar nearby.
Madam Deng's eyes widened. "What are you doing? Put it down, put it down! I'll give you the wine."
Two staff members quickly intervened, one snatching the chair while the other grabbed him around the waist and started dragging him out.
