She now belonged to someone else, body and soul.
Whatever they wanted her to do, she had to do it.
Exactly. That was what it meant. 444 felt that she would have to face reality sooner or later, so she might as well face it early.
Su Qiao no longer knew how to describe her current feelings.
She felt that the world harbored far too much malice toward her. It was simply too hostile.
"What are they making a fuss about now?"
"A few Englishmen came today. After drinking a few cups of horse urine, they forgot who they were and started demanding English songs, refusing to let us continue singing."
"Are foreigners this arrogant at a time like this? Or are they doing this on purpose, planning to cause trouble?"
It was no wonder Su Qiao was thinking in terms of conspiracies.
At a time like this, struggles over territory were common.
Causing trouble was unlikely, though. The man behind this place was Third Master Zhu, the boss of the Hong Gang, the largest gang in Haicheng.
It was normal for foreigners to act arrogantly at a time like this. Basically, no one dared provoke them lightly. Even wealthy merchants with status and standing would avoid crossing them, let alone ordinary people.
Just as Su Qiao was about to ask more, the curtain beside her was pulled aside. An approximately fifty-year-old woman walked in. Her hair was coiled up, and she wore simple cloth clothing. She was dressed plainly but looked neat and clean.
She was holding a cup of warm tea. She pulled over a chair and placed it behind Su Qiao, then said softly:
"Miss, sit down and have some tea first. It should be a while longer before they're ready. Sister Jin has sent someone to