"Young Madam, you go take a rest outside, I'll do these chores," Sister Rong said, obliviously reaching for the vegetables.
Qiao En immediately stopped her, "Sister Rong, don't touch it."
"Why's that?"
Sister Rong looked confused.
Qiao En calmly spoke, "There's a bomb in the vegetable basket, and I'm entangled in wires right now; please, go outside and call the police immediately."
"What? A bomb?" Sister Rong exclaimed.
She stared wide-eyed at the vegetable basket.
Once she looked, it was unnecessary; she saw that dark, ominous object as well.
"Young… Young Madam, I really didn't put the bomb there, I had no idea there would be a bomb in the basket. I always go to familiar stalls when I buy vegetables, and I picked the vegetables myself. After they were weighed, I put them straight into the basket," Sister Rong was petrified.
This time she had been more careful than ever.
Yet, even so, someone had set her up.