"Xiaomai is not stupid, what she did is not wrong at all." A voice, old yet dignified, rang out, drawing everyone's attention.
It was Tong Tiehu.
Following him was Tong Sanlang, who was cradling Qiao Dami.
Qiao Dami had described the situation as very serious, so the three of them had rushed over. Tong Tiehu's breath was somewhat uneven, while Tong Sanlang appeared unaffected.
Taking a deep breath, Tong Tiehu regained his composure, placed his hands behind his back, and walked a few steps toward Sun Junyan.
His stern eyes surveyed Sun Junyan before he coldly asked, "Your whole family has turned up. Is it silver you're after, or to steal someone's tofu business?"
Put on the spot, Sun Junyan quickly responded, "Uncle Tong, Junyan wouldn't dare to."
"Wouldn't dare?" Tong Tiehu chuckled coldly. His gaze shifted from Sun Junyan to the crowd, "Tell us what happened."
Yang Guilan sighed and quickly recounted the events.
