"What does the collapse of Building 86 have to do with us? We're not the ones who brought it down!" Mrs. Xie Ning roared furiously.
"Looks to me like you've got nothing better to do. Are you looking for a fight?"
Li Xiang saw Song You'ai gripping an eighty-centimeter-long blade, her expression utterly ferocious. He hastily backed away a few steps.
"Aunt S-Song, w-why are you being so aggressive? We, we just came to discuss what to do."
"The village chief's here! The village chief's here!" someone on the edge of the crowd kept shouting.
The crowd parted slightly, clearing a path for the village chief, Song Yufu.
Song Yufu's hair was graying at the temples. He wore a straw hat, and his black T-shirt was crusted with salt from dried sweat.
But despite his age, his back was ramrod straight. On his dark, weathered face, his eyes were sharp and bright.
"You'ai, Xiao Ning, are you two alright?"
"Third Uncle, we're fine. It's just... what are all these people here for?"
