The short-haired woman looked to be in her late twenties and she looked skinny and small.
"If the Octagon Auction House doesn't do my wife justice today, I'll stay here and not leave!" The strong man standing beside the middle-aged woman looked furious and threatened Steward Zuo in a rough voice.
After saying that, he really sat down on the ground, looking like a local ruffian.
Looking at the family of three in front of him, Steward Zuo's expression darkened slightly, but he still said politely,
"Gentlemen, if there's really a problem with the pills in our auction house, our auction house naturally won't shirk the responsibility."
"Since you won't shirk the responsibility, pay up quickly! I haven't been married to my wife for long, and we are so in love, but she's gone just because she ate the pills from your auction house. I'm already being polite by only asking you to pay!"
