"Sis, I'm sorry." Ji Ying softened her tone, lowered herself, and said gently, "Right now, we need to get big brother to the hospital first to see what's going on, really can't afford to delay."
Ji Ying's words got everyone's approval. Seeing how calm she was made people feel the woman might have exaggerated a bit.
The chili sauce factory hasn't just been open for a day or two—they've all been eating from it for nearly a year. The flavor's always been good, the price hasn't gone up at all, and the portions are just like before.
"But, I..."
If Ji Ying had argued with her for a couple of sentences, she could've just sat down on the ground and made a scene, and afterward, things would have naturally escalated, maybe even forced their chili sauce factory to shut down.
But with Ji Ying apologizing so nicely, the woman didn't really know what else to say.
She was already feeling guilty, and Ji Ying's concerned words left her at a loss.
