"What's it got to do with you? Get out of the way, don't delay our work. I still want to clock out early!"
Amid the curses, an unlucky rotten egg smacked right onto Sang Ning's head.
The shell shattered, and the sticky, pungent egg liquid mixed with the shell flowed slowly down her forehead.
Sang Ning was thankful she had her mask on. She immediately tore it off, yanked off her hood, and shook her head violently to flick away the egg liquid.
Just as her face became visible, someone in the crowd gasped, "Look! It's that little bastard born to Sang Youming and Hu Zhi. Hit them all! Crush these scum!"
The words had an obvious inciting tone, clearly spoken by the organizer of this disgraceful little stunt.
Unfortunately, the man was hidden in the crowd. Sang Ning could tell it was a male voice but couldn't pinpoint his exact location.
As soon as the words landed, a flood of vegetable leaves and eggs rained down on Sang Ning again.
