The marketplace was crowded, and Shen Qinglan feared harming others if she acted.
She glanced at the goods in the peddler's carrying pole, noticing they were crudely made, as if hastily assembled just to be sold. They seemed so perfunctory that no one would want to buy them.
From this observation, only two possibilities arose: either the peddler's craftsmanship was genuinely poor, leading him to target her, a "frail woman," for strong-arm tactics or... the peddler's role was merely a cover for his true intentions.
"What?" the peddler said. "Nothing to say?"
Shen Qinglan slightly lifted her eyelids, "What do you intend to do then?"
"What do I intend to do?" The peddler scoffed. "Let's go see the Government."
"See the Government?" Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow.
Beside her, Liu Zijing stepped forward, "Isn't this just a minor issue? Why escalate it to this extent?"
