The onions stung Su Tang's eyes, and tears streamed down her face like water from a faucet.
'I don't want to be crying,' she thought, 'but these onions are just too potent. I can't stand it.'
She gripped Hu Jianjun's arm tightly, her hold so strong that he couldn't break free for a moment.
"Hu Jianjun! You were the one who reported me, weren't you?"
Su Tang's voice was tinged with tears, yet it was exceptionally clear, cutting through the crowd's noise and reaching everyone's ears.
Hearing this, everyone knew there was drama to be had. No one wanted to leave now. They all stopped in their tracks and pricked up their ears to listen.
Hu Jianjun's eyes darted around in a panic. "Su Tang, what nonsense are you talking about? Let go of me!" he snapped.
He tried to yank his arm away, but while Su Tang looked frail, her strength was astonishing.
With a guilty conscience, Hu Jianjun didn't dare get rough with her in front of everyone.
