Since the shop wasn't busy, we skipped work together again and went to the Pan family's home.
I didn't want anything to do with Pan Lijuan's predicament.
But Pan's Father had come to ask me, so it was hard to refuse.
When we arrived at the Pan family's home and stepped inside, we saw Tao Jianhua sitting listlessly on the couch, his face frighteningly pale.
Farther inside, we found Pan Lijuan and her daughter looking as though they were about to die.
This feng shui master really has a temper, I thought. He's taking some ruthless revenge.
As soon as Pan Lijuan saw us, she began moaning in pain and complaining to us.
"Xiao Chen, why are the people in your line of work so unethical? They're hurting people! Hurting people! Oh, heavens, he's trying to kill us..."
I wanted nothing to do with her and didn't speak to her.
Song Xiaotian walked up to her and couldn't help asking, "Auntie, why did you cheat him out of his money, then? He fixed your feng shui, and you turned around and burned your bridges, cutting sixty-six thousand down to sixty-six hundred. How could you even do that? Who else would he go after if not you?"
Pan Lijuan knew she was in the wrong, but even on the verge of death, she still threw a tantrum. "Little brother, my dear little brother! Look at this son-in-law of yours! Your big sister's in this state, and he's still taking an outsider's side!"
Pan's Father stood there, too embarrassed to say anything either.
"You troublemaking woman! You're still whining and making a scene when things are already this bad!"
Tao Jianhua cursed at her. "I must've had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to end up marrying you! Would this have happened if