"You dead child, whom are you calling a ghost?" Wang Erfeng glared with her bulging eyes, pointing at Lu Siyuan, "A pair of little beggars, can't afford clothes and yet fumbling around here, and I'm not allowed to speak up? If I don't keep a close eye, who knows, you might have swiped the clothes."
Wang Erfeng, selling her goods, always liked to look down on people with her 'dog eyes'. If she saw someone dressed well, she'd have a good attitude. But if someone buying clothes wasn't dressed to her standards, she'd become all nose and no eyes, driving them away with a few harsh words.
Ordinary people didn't bother to argue with her, but inevitably, one would run into someone like Lu Siyuan.
"Watch your mouth, don't think just because you're old and an old woman, I won't lay a hand on you."
Lu Siyuan was getting annoyed. What did she mean by swiping clothes? Wasn't that suggesting stealing?
He'd never seen anyone sell things like this, with such contempt.
