"Pah, if your filthy hands even touch my dress, how can I wear it? I'll just toss it in the trash."
The woman's spit splattered all over the elderly man's face.
The elderly man looked at her cautiously, lowering his head guiltily.
"Otherwise, I'll compensate you, Miss. How much is your dress?"
It was obvious that the elderly man was a scavenger, earning a bit of pocket money by picking up trash like plastic bottles.
She looked at the woman's luxurious and glamorous dress, feeling uncertain, and her voice grew softer.
"Can you even afford it? Even if you threw in your old life, you couldn't pay for Sister Fang's dress."
The woman sneered coldly. She said nothing, but the suited man next to her erupted.
His finger jabbed at the elder's head as he shouted fiercely.
The surrounding crowd grew larger and larger, many with angry expressions on their faces.
But looking at those two burly men, no one dared to speak.
