"What do you mean by that? Are you saying we're lying?"
"Exactly! We bought it right here at your black market stall. Are you trying to deny it?"
Lu Yuanbin had someone look at the facial soaps in their hands, and the crowd erupted.
So he was trying to get out of it?
What a joke. Making a mistake and then refusing to own up to it—how could that be acceptable?
Lu Yuanbin remained silent, but one of his guys beside him shouted sharply.
"All of you, shut up! Keep running your mouths and see if we don't throw you out! We've been doing business at the black market for more than a year or two, and when have we ever had a problem? We're just trying to investigate what happened. Getting this worked up... Don't tell me you have a guilty conscience!"
Hearing this, the women became even more furious.
They had bought their soap from the black market, so they weren't afraid. The young woman with the allergic reaction held out her own bar of facial soap.
"Look, it's this one."
