117 Persecution, Danger_3
The woman smeared her grimy hands across her face, making her already tear-streaked face even messier, "Wuu wuu, my Silver, that's the money that was supposed to save my son's life! Wuu wuu!"
Crying, the woman suddenly remembered something, looked around, and upon seeing her pickled vegetable jar knocked over and the pickles scattered all over the ground, she wailed even harder. She crawled to the jar and started shoving the pickles back in with her hands, all the while sobbing and muttering, "Selling vegetables, selling vegetables, after selling the vegetables my son can be saved!"
Already feeling annoyed, Liu Limin's heart ached when she saw the woman like this. What she hated most in life were irresponsible men. Seeing the woman in front of her being beaten and scolded by her own husband, even threatened to be sold into a brothel, Liu Limin couldn't stand by and watch any longer.
"Hmph, it's lucky you ran fast. If I had caught you, I would have given you a good thrashing!"