As the Elder Sister's voice trailed off, the gazes of everyone present—whether it was Du Heng and Dong Yuezhang, or the idle onlookers enjoying the spectacle—shifted incessantly among the family of three. Their expressions filled increasingly with contempt and ridicule.
This caused the already irate man's face to flush crimson. For a moment, his proudly raised chin wavered, unsure whether to lower it or keep it defiantly aloft.
Just as the man blushed with shame, looking at the fruit pulp and juice on his son's foot and unsure what to say, the woman who had been crouching down, coaxing the child, suddenly leaped to her feet. She pointed at the Elder Sister's face, her finger jabbing forward, her expression utterly terrifying. "Look at your pathetic, broke self! Can't sell your peaches, so now you're planning to scam someone, is that it? You see my son is small and think you can pin it on him?
