At the entrance, many people had gathered as spectators.
An angry middle-aged uncle, his face red and ears steaming, violently threw a peace pouch onto the ground and stomped on it furiously, "This thing is utterly worthless, my daughter... my daughter was wearing it, and she was still bitten to death by a snake!"
"Seems like he's come looking for trouble with you." Xiao Li said, her face somewhat pale, looking towards me.
I pursed my lips and walked over, "You look unfamiliar; I don't believe I've ever sold you a peace pouch, have I?"
"You're the woman who makes the peace pouches? The worker girl who works for Chen Decheng?" The uncle glared at me fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.
I calmly looked at the uncle and said, "You haven't answered my question."