Ye Mei's face instantly turned red with humiliation; she stood frozen in place, her dignity severely trampled.
Watching this scene unfold, Hao Jian also furrowed his brow in anger. This was too insulting. If one weren't driven to desperation, who would choose to live in a garbage dump?
To say that Ye Mei smelled worse than a garbage dump was utterly ridiculous. Even if she didn't bathe for an entire year, she wouldn't smell worse than a garbage dump.
Such an insult was heart-rending, more painful than a physical beating!
"Tear down her shack!" the middle-aged man bellowed with rage.
Ye Mei's so-called home was nothing more than a few broken wooden boards and old tarpaulins; yet, these meager possessions were all she had, all she cherished!
His underlings picked up iron rods and approached menacingly, transforming from working-class citizens into thugs as they smashed the wooden shacks.
