"Mr. Ye's gaze was icy cold. He swept his eyes over the faces of the crowd one by one, then asked word by word, 'Giving him a little time is still better than all of you blocking his courtyard and driving them to their deaths, isn't it?'"
"'Y-You, stop talking so nicely.'
A woman wearing a floral blouse akimbo snapped, 'Erniu owes us money, not you! It's easy for you to stand there and talk without feeling the pain!'"
Chapter 21