Then she began to slap her own thighs vigorously with both hands, making loud smacking sounds, and wailed, "There's no justice! No justice in this world! Someone was killed, a crime was committed, and nobody cares! Now they're even beating people! My poor nephew! Your aunt—that's me—isn't capable. Not only can I not help you, but I also got beaten!"
With this woman taking the lead, the other two quickly followed suit, plopping down on the floor and starting a rhythmic, three-part chorus of wails.
In an instant, the place no longer resembled a hospital office but rather a noisy funeral parlor.
But such a scene was, conversely, the easiest for Du Heng to handle.
What he feared and struggled with the most was when these women would start cursing and spitting, occasionally even scratching at him.
Now, Du Heng merely swept a cold glance over them and knocked on the tabletop a few times. DONG DONG DONG. The dull sounds immediately interrupted the women's performance.
