"Th-this..."
"This what? Is the informant some relative of yours? Are you trying to cover for them?"
At Ian Quincy's words, the two men's expressions immediately changed. After a quick discussion, they called over the front desk clerk. "You said this young lady was in the flesh trade, but they're a couple! Apologize at once."
Cecilia Adler had grown up in the simple and honest countryside. She felt she'd seen a lot of the world in her three months in the city, but right now, she couldn't understand what the man meant by "flesh trade."
'I haven't brought any leather or meat here to sell,' she thought.
Ian Quincy threw a punch and knocked the man to the ground. His grim face was glacial. "Your grandma was in the flesh trade when she had your dad, and your mom was in the flesh trade when she had you. You son of a bitch, you're so full of shit it's spilling out of your mouth. I'm going to kill you today."
"Ow, ow, help me!" the clerk cried for help.
