"She's already in her twenties, and she's graduated from college, right? At her age, if she married early, she might even have children by now. And you still call that young?"
The one who quietly agreed was a delicate, refined-looking girl wearing an apricot-colored long-sleeved dress and a khaki trench coat.
Whether she had ulterior motives or was simply standing up for justice was unclear.
Wang Yanqiu mocked her without the slightest hesitation. "Country bumpkin, when you say someone's old, you don't mean fifty or sixty, do you?"
Wang Yanqiu sneered as she spoke, looking him up and down with disdain. The more she looked, the more displeased she became.
"You stink. Who knows what godforsaken place you came from? You even smell like pig manure. Don't tell me you've got fleas or something."
Han Feng's face flushed bright red.
"I... My father's a pig butcher..."
His father was a pig butcher, and Han Feng often helped him slaughter pigs and sell pork, which was why he smelled of pig manure.
But he bathed every day, and he didn't have any fleas.
Han Feng wanted to explain, but the more anxious he became, the more tongue-tied he got. Soon, he was sweating profusely.
Wang Yanqiu had not expected to guess correctly, and immediately burst into laughter. "Hahaha, you really are the son of a pig butcher? No wonder you reek of poverty."
Su Qiao watched her expressionlessly.
Of the eleven people, four were women, and the other three had all turned against her.
Among the men, apart from the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy and the tall man beside him, who kept shrinking back as if he wanted to hide himself and did not seem to have much of an opinion about her, the others did not appear very friendly toward