Chen Chuxia couldn't help but sigh, "I wouldn't have imagined Nanzhou City still had such places; even more chaotic than our Dong County."
Qin Yu said, "People usually only pay attention to the glamorous side of a city."
They walked and talked.
In such places, a beauty with the stature and poise to bring down kingdoms, like Chen Chuxia, would enter the urban village and immediately catch every passerby's gaze, transfixed.
The urban village houses were densely packed, the roads narrow, bustling with people coming and going.
With many sultry men trying to take advantage of the situation, Qin Yu had to protect Chen Chuxia, a silver needle in his hand, pricking those overly familiar hands. Wherever Chen Chuxia went, there followed a chorus of yelps and howls.
In a rented room, five shady-looking young men stood in a cramped single room.
Xiuqin sat on the bed holding her daughter, trembling all over with fear and anger.