Wang Yongzhu and Old Granny Zhang both turned to look, and while Wang Yongzhu had no particular reaction, Old Granny Zhang couldn't help but slap her thigh, "Whose young man is this? He's so handsome, even prettier than a girl!"
Ninth Master Lee, who had been smiling, suddenly felt his face drop at Old Granny Zhang's words.
Which family's old lady is this, with such poor eyesight? I'm a man! A pure man!
If this had happened in the Capital City, he, Ninth Master Lee, would either grab a weapon to beat someone himself or at least have his lackeys teach them a lesson.
Shopkeeper Wu, noticing the change in Ninth Master Lee's expression, knew trouble was brewing and quickly whispered, "Ninth Young Master, this is Lady Wang's mother."
He didn't say much, just one line, getting straight to the point.
Ninth Master Lee, who had half rolled up his sleeve, silently let it down and forced out an awkward smile, "So it's the old lady!"
