Although the fat man was still insisting on his claim, what he said actually made some sense.
Jiang Chuan smiled slightly and said, "I can understand your distress over losing your items, but hitting people is definitely wrong."
"Madam, let me ask around for you. If it's truly not her, perhaps there's another reason. Do you trust me?"
The fat man wouldn't dare distrust Jiang Chuan, nodding eagerly like a pecking hen, "I trust you. How could I not trust Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang, feel free to proceed."
Jiang Chuan nodded and then pulled the woman to a secluded corner aside.
"Madam, may I ask your name?"
Jiang Chuan first helped the woman to sit down, then asked politely.
The woman had a very good impression of Jiang Chuan and felt a wave of anxiety.
After all, even the fat man treated Jiang Chuan with great respect.
"Mr. Jiang, my name is Ah Ju. You can just call me Ah Ju."
"Oh, I'll call you Aunt Ju then," Jiang Chuan said, smiling warmly.
