Shen Ningning asked curiously, "Grandpa Village Chief, don't worry. Take your time and tell me what happened."
The old village chief wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. The blazing sun had turned his face red, and his expression was fraught with anxiety.
"A little while ago, the wealthy merchant from the city, Mr. Quan, was celebrating his birthday. He ordered about thirty catties of loquat candy from our village and even paid a deposit."
"We sent a sample we made to the Quan Mansion for him to inspect, and he seemed quite satisfied. But now, I don't know who's been poisoning his ear, but he heard that you've been to court and says our candy is unlucky to eat."
"Not only does he want the deposit back, but he's also coming to the village soon to accuse us of concealing the truth and demand a formal apology!"
Standing beside Shen Ningning, Jiang Zhi's temper flared the moment she heard this.
