Fan Tong, who had nowhere to turn, saw the wide open doors of the weaving workshop and dashed inside.
"Sister-in-law, save me." Fan Tong shouted to Tong Huaqiong.
Tong Huaqiong's mouth twitched.
Who had forced this wretch into such a state?
"Sister-in-law, please get out of the way."
Looking back, Gu Honglian was chasing with a knife.
Fan Tong's face was filled with terror.
The weaving workshop was full of female workers. Suddenly, a man with a face swollen like a pig's head ran in, and everyone curiously watched.
Seeing Gu Honglian behind him, they realized the pig-headed man was Fan Tong.
News of Gu Honglian beating Fan Tong had already spread all over Qinghe Bay. At this moment, no one stepped in to stop them; the women in the weaving workshop all had a gossiping mindset, enjoying the spectacle.
Fan Tong was running around the yard chaotically, with Gu Honglian relentlessly pursuing him with a knife.
