"So you're all following the Wang family?"
The ten men kneeling in front of Shen Yijia were all sallow and thin. They were in their forties or fifties.
"Miss, I've always worked in the Wang family's shop. After the young master passed away, the Shen family chased me away in order to occupy the shop," a middle-aged man who looked more energetic said with red eyes.
The person beside him also said angrily, "It's fine if the Shen family only chased us away. I can always find work with my good legs and experience, but the Shen family colluded with Judge Liu Tong, so no one in Qingyang City dared to hire us."
Shen Yijia blinked.
She looked at Lin Shao.
Lin Shao pursed his lips and told them what had happened in Qingyang City.
