On left and right, the two individuals differed greatly in stature and appearance.
To the left stood a short and stocky figure, roughly five feet tall, weighing no less than 200 pounds, his stubby fingers pointing at the tall and thin woman opposite him, spittle flying as he cursed her ancestors 18 generations in just a few short sentences.
While on the right, there was a woman clad in a trench coat.
Her hair was neatly styled, the look of a person with class.
She could only blush and remain speechless in the face of such a verbal barrage.
Having listened for a few minutes by the side,
Chen Fang also began to discern what was going on.
Essentially, the tall and thin woman had found a wallet on the road, containing a thousand yuan, and she stood waiting at the spot.
After probably a few minutes,
the short and plump woman, the apparent owner, had made her way back.
