The old woman dragged her snot-covered, crying granddaughter closer to Nanny Yan.
Nanny Yan scrutinized the little girl in front of her. Although she was a bit thin, her features were delicate, so she nodded. Just as she was about to have her followers bring over some rice, she was staggered by a push. The woman who had been kneeling and crying rushed forward, grabbed the little girl, and hid her behind her.
The young woman held a large pair of scissors to her own neck, "We are not selling, we are not selling. I am her mother, and I have the final say. If you really want to sell my Yuanyuan, you'll have to step over my dead body."
The woman's face was resolute, with eyes full of fear mingled with a willingness to face death, watching everyone warily, unwilling to back down.
The young man was frightened by the scene, hurriedly coming over to dissuade her, "Third Lady, Third Lady, please don't do anything foolish. What will I do if you die?"
