Yang Chuxia swore that the words had slipped out unintentionally. She had simply thought that most women who end up in brothels came from dubious backgrounds. She had not expected that, as soon as her words fell, the pale-faced woman's complexion changed. It seemed, then, that Ms. Hong did indeed have a questionable past.
"You... let's leave first..."
"Sister, are we just going to leave like this?"
"Let's go for now, we'll discuss it back at the pavilion."
The pale-faced woman left the old house with a dark expression, and the others followed her out.
Once everyone had left, the sharp gazes of Yang Chuxia and Land Officer Yang simultaneously turned toward Ms. Hong.
Yang Chuxia scrutinized Ms. Hong, who was indeed beautiful, but such looks were probably not outstanding in the Fancy Red Pavilion.
