When Shen Baolan learned that her husband had bought Shen Mingzhu's mooncakes, she was already furious. Then, hearing that Shen Mingzhu had charged her husband three yuan, Shen Baolan was almost spitting blood with anger.
"Good for you, Shen Mingzhu, conning money even from me!"
"I won't let this go!"
Shen Baolan didn't even bother to make dinner, she grabbed the mooncakes and stomped downstairs to confront Shen Mingzhu.
Shen Mingzhu had just packed up her stall and was preparing to go home when the two ran into each other in the residential complex.
"Shen Mingzhu, have you no shame? My man took pity on you and tried to help out your business, and look at you, savagely overcharging people you know? A few measly mooncakes and you charge three yuan? You think your mooncakes are made of gold? I won't let this slide today unless you give me an explanation!"
