"What?" The younger Mrs. Juan was stunned. "On what grounds? You might as well rob..."
"Heh, on the grounds that you've delayed my business," Yang Ruxin smiled slightly, "If you want to deny the debt, that's fine. Then I will report it to the Governor's Office. I'm conducting legitimate business; why should anyone who fancies it come and make trouble? How am I supposed to live?"
"You... don't scare me. I'm here to find my daughter. What can you accuse me of? When the county magistrate comes, justice has to be served..."
The surrounding crowd immediately erupted into discussion, but no longer with the schadenfreude of before, since most of them knew who Yang Ruxin was – the foster daughter of the county official. She was not someone ordinary people could afford to provoke.
