If it weren't for the fact that these people wore jubilant expressions and were all defenseless middle-aged and elderly individuals, and that there was a police guard post one hundred meters away, Jing Shu would have whipped out her big stick long ago.
Her maternal uncle, Su Yiyang, gave Mr. Jing a bear hug. "You really managed to snag a pig? And a black one at that?"
A group of neatly dressed old men eagerly watched Mr. Jing, clearly a class apart from the rough mob outside wielding sticks and bowls like the Beggar Gang.
Wrapped in a black coat, Aunt shivered from the cold yet still managed to compliment Jing Shu spiritedly, "Oh my, you've grown even more beautiful over the months! Truly accomplished now. Just don't forget about your Aunt..."
See, people always shine when they display their worth.
