Qiuju, who had already collapsed on the ground, jerked her head up when she heard this conversation.
"Zhiyu, what is really going on?"
Mrs. Lin looked at the pitiful figure of Qiuju and felt uneasy, urging her little grandson to explain.
Upon hearing this, Tian Fu, who was standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine. He looked at Shen Zhiyu, his throat tightening in fear of what the young boy might say next.
"Grandma, the fingerprints on the IOU are incorrect."
He pointed to a section of the IOU.
"Little master, we need to be cautious about our words." Tian's wife glared, her voice tinted with hostility.
A tael of silver was a considerable sum of money. Their family of three was planning to escape the city along with others. How could they survive on the road without food supplies?
If this lad ruined their plans with his careless words, wouldn't they be the ones at a loss?
Seeing her disrespect to the young master, a guard immediately drew his sword.