"Madam, it clearly was Chen..." Song Tianxin tried to explain with a stunned expression.
"What clearly was? You little brat, don't you dare spout nonsense and tarnish my son's reputation, or I'll tear your mouth apart," the Anxin Inn proprietress quickly interjected with an overbearing tone, effectively silencing Song Tianxin, her shrew-like demeanor immediately intimidating the girl.
After all, she was just a teenage girl, who could act tough at home where her family, though annoyed, wouldn't hold it against her. But once outside in the harsh reality of the 1980s, her acumen seemed rather insignificant, so her fright wasn't surprising.
"Well, madam really is formidable, since that's the case, let me see how you plan to rip my niece's mouth apart!" Xu Xiuxiu, upon hearing this, curled her lips and with a strong stride, approached the group, casting a sharp glance at the proprietress despite her poor impression of Song Tianxin.
