He bent forward, his attitude respectful and humble as he said, "Young Master Li, this matter... it's very difficult to handle..."
"What's so difficult about it?"
Li Ang replied coldly, "You can confine these sick women within the buildings, letting them die, but you can't record the names of the customers?"
"Ah, Little Medicine King God above."
The steward said with a pained expression, "Inside the building, it's not just the sick girls from Zuifang Building. All the sick young women in Pingkang Square have been gathered here. Originally, following Manager Jiao Cheng's methods, they were all to be sent to, cough, sent to Chang'an Ghost Market to fend for themselves."
The steward coughed lightly, his voice softening on the words "Chang'an Ghost Market."
You Xiao, who stood nearby, felt a muscle in her face twitch.
She had been a Qing official at Zuifang Building and was well aware of its previous practices.
