Unfortunately, Nanzhi didn't open the door; instead, it was opened by two tall, burly men.
The two men, with stern looks on their faces, made Ms. Wu a bit apprehensive as they stood at the door.
Remembering her purpose, she didn't dare to flee. Instead, she asked, "Who are you two? Tell that young widow to come out!"
Lin Yicheng found the term "young widow" very grating, so he asked in a deep voice, "And who are you?"
Ms. Wu looked at the men, her mind spinning. She hadn't seen them before and was certain they weren't from the village. Could it be that the young widow was so lonely she'd resorted to adultery?
Seizing what she thought was a piece of incriminating evidence, Ms. Wu stood straight up and said, "You adulterers sure have guts. Now that you're here, give me three taels of silver. Otherwise, I'll broadcast your affair."
Lin Yicheng, already simmering with anger, turned as black as the bottom of a pan upon hearing this. The woman's words were as foul as dung.