In the absence of Elderly Lady's clamorous voice, the surroundings fell into silence once more.
Qiao Mu turned her gaze towards the ragged group of seven to eight individuals. She questioned Shopkeeper Hu with a cold tone, "What transpired yesterday?"
Among the people in front of her, two were elderly, one was young, and the rest were comprised of three middle-aged men and two middle-aged women. At a glance, none of them seemed to resemble murderous arsonists.
"Crown Prince Consort, please allow me to explain," Shopkeeper Hu began, recollecting the events. "Yesterday, the Fortune Star Restaurant on the neighboring street was giving away black beans."
"That's why many people flocked to Fuxing Restaurant to watch the spectacle."
"In fact, apart from a few regular customers, there weren't that many visitors to Butterfly Pavilion."
