The wailing was approaching bit by bit, and soon it reached the door.
Thump, thump, thump!
The crying woman was knocking forcefully on the door knocker.
"Master Qin… you must seek justice for my daughter! Wuu wuu wuu…"
It was Auntie Hua's voice.
Qin Niu abruptly stood up and rushed outside, arriving at the courtyard gate after just a couple of strides.
Upon opening the gate, Auntie Hua's face was smeared with tears, leaning on the door frame, with dishevelled hair and wearing her sleepwear of undergarments and undershorts, patched up in many places.
Many rural women are very frugal.
Mostly because they are poor.
Auntie Hua was normally a very prideful woman. She would dress as decently as possible when going out and apply a bit of makeup appropriately.
Now, wearing a patched-up outfit outside, it definitely indicated that something serious had happened.
"Auntie Hua, don't panic, tell me what happened slowly."
