However, Yang Xiaochuan remained silent, insisting that he didn't know.
As Yang Chuxia was about to hit him with the chair in her hands, Ms. Luo quickly cried out, "Xiaxia, your uncle truly didn't know about this!"
"So, you know?" Yang Chuxia asked, turning to Ms. Luo. Hearing this, Ms. Luo waved her hands hurriedly, "I don't know, I really don't."
Noticing Yang Chuxia's displeasure, she quickly explained, "Truly, I don't know. Here's what happened. Your uncle found some medicinal herbs we were planning to sell in the county, but before we even reached there, two men showed up, held a knife to your uncle's neck, and made him hand over the stuff. Then, they took the stuff and left, giving your uncle a bag of silver in return."
"If that's the case, why didn't you return to the village after getting the money?" The more Yang Chuxia heard, the worse she felt. She hadn't expected her medicinal herbs to get robbed. Who could it be?
