After saying that, he squeezed into the crowd.
A short, thin middle-aged woman sat in front of the Jinxiu Pavilion, slapping her thigh and crying loudly, occasionally cursing in her dialect.
Xiao Yunying couldn't understand what she was saying, but judging from her expression, it certainly wasn't anything nice.
Inside the shop, a young man and woman were shoving each other with the shop assistant, and various fabrics and embroidered items were scattered all over the floor.
Duan Yingying protected Cheng Yue and hid behind the counter. Xiao Yunying checked the store's layout and tried to go around them. As she passed the troublemaking man, she didn't expect him to suddenly reach out and grab her.
Fortunately, she remained vigilant and reacted instantly. Using her sleeve as a shield, she pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed the man's hand.
When the man saw her take out the knife, he reflexively pulled his arm back, but in that very pull, the blade left a long gash on the back of his hand.
The wound wasn't deep, but it still bled. When the bright red blood dripped onto the ground from his fingers, the man seemed to finally feel the pain and howled in agony.
"You bitch, are you trying to kill me?!"
Xiao Yunying took out the fruit knife on a whim, and felt a little guilty when she saw the blood.
But the thought that he was acting in self-defense gave him confidence: "Who told you to stick your claws out like that? If you had grabbed me properly just now, believe me, I would have someone chop off your claws."
The young woman and the woman who had been throwing a tantrum on the ground stopped what they were doing and rushed over when they saw that the man was injured.
When the woman saw the blood on her son, she turned and lunged at Xiao Yunying: "You little slut, how dare you hurt me..."
Xiao Yunying brandished the fruit knife at her twice: "Be careful, I might really stab you."
The woman quickly stopped what she was doing and even swallowed the words she was about to say.
Her eyes darted around, and she sat down on the ground again and started wailing.
This time, probably wanting the onlookers to hear clearly, she didn't speak in dialect again.
After listening for a few sentences, Xiao Yunying understood that this old woman was actually the mother of Cheng Yue's first fiancé, the mentally ill woman who always blamed Cheng Yue for her son's death.
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