Mrs. Wen couldn't care less about the other person; her eyes were filled with fury.
She struck the dirty hand away, still, she took a deep breath and composed herself:
"I'm here to demand justice from you. Why are you exploiting your workers? Why lay off capable individuals? Do you have any idea how serious this is for those who are skilled but can't make a living?"
"Psh."
Having said her piece, the factory manager just dismissively waved his hand.
"What you're saying... their lives, what do they have to do with me? Who's a saint like you? Getting involved in every little issue. If you didn't come here to seek justice, there would be no trouble!"
Mrs. Wen stood there, fists clenched, eyes bloodshot with rage.
This time, the factory manager made his move against Mrs. Wen again.
She felt coerced, with all hope extinguished.
Upon exiting, Mrs. Wen stood disheveled at the doorway, only to find the workshop workers casting their gazes upon her.