"Is what you are saying really the truth?" Yang Chuxia looked straight at Ms. Hong.
"It's the truth, not a single lie."
Ms. Hong was about to die of frustration; she simply couldn't understand. She had left the Fancy Red Pavilion three or four years ago; why were they seeking her out for this task now? Not only that, but they even had her servitude contract. When she left the Fancy Red Pavilion back then, they had clearly given her the contract.
"Xiaxia, what do you think?"
Land Officer Yang was a bit puzzled after hearing Ms. Hong's story. According to her, there was obviously no problem, and he completely didn't understand why the Fancy Red Pavilion would come looking for Ms. Hong.
Yang Chuxia looked at Ms. Hong again and said, "You must be hiding something!"
Ms. Hong paused and then fell silent.
