Qiuju Restaurant.
From afar, Zhao Qiuju had seen Guan Hong arrive and her heart already swelled with joy.
Even a big shot like Guan Hong had come; it seemed that Chen Xuan's assault had become a grave matter.
The thought that the restaurant under the bridge would have to close after just one day of business, and that annoying fellow Chen Xuan would face the grim fate of prison, filled Zhao Qiuju with a sense of triumph.
Dare to snatch her Zhao Qiuju's business, dare to embarrass her, Zhao Qiuju, in front of the neighbors, this was the outcome!
At this moment, Zhao Chunmei, who had gone to see the commotion, rushed in panicked.
"How is it, sis? Is that Chen Xuan getting arrested?" Zhao Qiuju asked with pride.
But Zhao Chunmei's face was one of terror, "Arrest? What arrest? A big problem has occurred!"
Zhao Chunmei then recounted what had just happened.
Clatter!
The water glass in Zhao Qiuju's hand dropped to the floor and shattered from the fright.