Perhaps it was Mingshu's tearful performance that moved everyone's hearts, or maybe it was her deceptive face that rarely ignited a sense of guilt in the rough men before her, causing them to look at their Head of the House with condemning eyes.
"Running an inn isn't easy for a young widow alone; why press so aggressively?"
Rong Heng: "..."
Someone couldn't help but console Mingshu, "Hey, it's not such a big deal. Don't be too sad, madam. Hard to find a three-legged toad, but men with two legs are easy to find, right?" The speaker was blissfully unaware of the impending danger, slapped his chest, and boasted, "If it really doesn't work out, I can introduce one to you, the young men in our village—I'm not bragging—but they're the kind who, if their wife says go east, wouldn't dare go west, if their wife says..."
"Bang——"
A violent sound suddenly exploded beside them, startling the man, his half-spoken words stuck in his throat as he stared, dumbfounded.
