The small eatery wasn't large, with only seven or eight tables, but it was extremely clean, a clear sign that Lin Yue'er's mother was a diligent person.
Behind the eatery, there was a gate that led directly to the backyard. Li Xiaobao knew that in general, for houses in the suburbs, shops were connected to backyards—doing business in the front and living in the back.
"What are you doing? What do you think you're doing?"
Just then, an angry woman's voice came from the backyard, startling both Lin Yue'er and Li Xiaobao.
"What am I doing? Humph! Sister-in-law, I told you long ago to move out, but you wouldn't listen. Now I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands!"
A fierce male voice followed, and Li Xiaobao saw in the backyard a man in his forties, accompanied by three younger men, confronting a middle-aged woman.
