"You still won't leave after taking the money?!" Shen Shuyun felt a numb sensation slowly creeping up her spine as the surrounding onlookers gave her increasingly strange looks.
Xiaomian, seeing her still talking tough, snorted coldly, "We haven't settled the account of you slandering our miss yet, and now you're trying to drive people away? Who do you think you are? Here in the Northern Border, our miss's status is very distinguished, and she cannot be slandered for no reason."
"I've already given you a hundred taels, what more do you want?" Shen Shuyun gritted her teeth, "Don't push people too far!"
Up in the teahouse.
Huai Yu looked at the growing crowd below, his expression turning sour, "It seems there's a quarrel down there, aren't you going to take a look?"
Yan Wanqing finally lifted her eyelids slightly, "I'm not watching."
