"Who brought this bastard here, spewing filth from his mouth?" The women working in the tofu shop, including Mrs. Wen, all came over upon hearing the tantrum. None of them were empty-handed. Rolling pins, shovels, hoes, there was even a fierce one holding a shiny kitchen knife.
"Where did this runt come from, daring to make a scene at our doorstep? Do you think this is some sort of dump? Seems like we'll need to show you some color, so you'd understand the pecking order here!"
Mrs. Wen shouted: "Go, call for help at the door, find a few men with strong physique, and tie this guy up. Whoever he belongs to, fetch them here. We need to ask who didn't shut their door and let their dog out to bark randomly."
Upon hearing her, Zhuang Qingsui ran out to call for help.
Tong Fei' legs trembled in fright.