At the Dongtian entrance, Widow Qiao was still cursing tirelessly, spitting out every unpleasant word that came to her mind.
Even Shopkeeper Liu, let alone the onlookers, felt embarrassed for her.
But Widow Qiao didn't care about their whispers and continued doing things her way.
Perhaps she had grown tired from all the cursing, for at this moment, Widow Qiao had plopped herself down on the ground, sitting cross-legged with one hand on her knee and pointing at Dongtian's sign, making quite a commotion.
"Yo, yo, yo! Everyone, come and look! This big inn is bullying people, they're keeping my daughter locked up and not letting her out to pay respect to her parents! Not to mention the Capital city, there's probably nobody like this in all of Dayong!"
As she shouted her accusations, Shopkeeper Liu's face darkened like the bottom of a pot in the back kitchen. He instinctively stepped forward but quickly retreated with a change in color.
Why?
