The woman's face immediately showed a few signs of anger when she heard Xie Liangchen's words, feeling that this yellow-haired girl was deliberately toying with her.
The woman sneered, "What? You still don't want to admit it? I bought the thread tassel from the shop, the shopkeeper can testify. Just because you say it's not, makes it not? Do you think this is your Zhenzhou? You act tyrannically as you please; better ask if we, the people of Xingzhou, agree…"
The woman's voice was sharp. Usually, when she used half of this aura to scold embroideresses, they would tremble in fear. Who would have thought the young girl before her wasn't frightened but instead laughed.
The woman was startled.
