Sun Daji's wife knew that Mrs. Duan wanted one hundred taels. When Mrs. Duan heard the escort fee was a hundred taels, she immediately cursed Sun Daji's wife as being poverty-driven crazy.
Ever since Ning Chuyu had said those unpleasant words earlier, Mrs. Duan now also felt discontent with her daughter, clutching the money-containing bundle tightly to her chest.
Why?
Because she no longer trusted her daughter.
Unexpectedly, in her daughter's heart, she was seen that way. She really didn't expect it.
You could say Ning Chuyu's words were a dimensional blow to Mrs. Duan. But now, considering they were in public, she held back from arguing with her daughter.
"Find an Escort Agency, then find an Escort Agency. It's not like we don't have money.
Daughter, let's go, we'll go find the Escort Agency."
Mrs. Duan went to pull Ning Chuyu. Ning Chuyu didn't move, and with a stronger pull, Ning Chuyu stumbled but still didn't leave, only stared at Su Jingchen blankly.
