Mrs. Yue was feeling helpless until she saw Yan Qingsi. It was at that moment she felt like she had met a comrade. Holding onto Yan Qingsi's arm, it felt like Yan Qingsi was the only support she had. She looked pitiful, saying, "They… they…"
Yan Qingsi sighed again. She was already at such an old age but still getting bullied by outsiders like that. These people knew she had a good temper and ganged up to bully her into silence.
Yan Qingsi patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm here now. It's just a necklace, right? Let me see it."
Mrs. Wang eyed her suspiciously and asked, "Who are you?"
Yan Qingsi lifted an eyebrow. "Me? Who are you to ask? Did you borrow aunty's necklace eh? Tsk… You reek of poor man's taste. Are you really up to standard to even wear this necklace?"
