The troublemaking woman's face turned red, admitting to herself she didn't even know the name of the unlucky fellow on the stretcher, let alone what to call out.
Tang Ming said, "Don't think I don't know what you guys are here for, now tell me, who sent you to make trouble?"
"Kid, don't talk nonsense. This popsicle made someone sick, and I'm here for compensation. Is that wrong?"
The troublemaking woman was a bit guilty but still shouted loudly.
"The popsicle indeed has a problem, but it's not the cold drink shop's fault. You should be very clear about how much laxative was put on this popsicle, shouldn't you?"
Tang Ming said with a chuckle.
"What do I know? I don't know anything."
The troublemaking woman got a bit panicky, sensing that the young man opposite her seemed to know something.
"You don't know, huh?"
