Mrs. Pei struggled vigorously but couldn't free her wrist.
The strength of this Young Madam Huo's grip was astonishing, locking her wristbone so tightly that she couldn't move an inch.
"Are you trying to suppress me with your power?"
Pei Chun's mother shouted loudly, "Everyone, come and see! Furong Beauty Salon is bullying people! Not only did they steal my expensive necklace, but they're also stopping me from calling the police! Everyone, come judge for yourselves!"
Her voice was particularly loud, attracting the attention of many other female clients, who stopped what they were doing and gathered in the lobby to watch the spectacle.
Some women with a strong sense of justice even began to speak up for Mrs. Pei.
"Miss Qiao, Mrs. Pei must be anxious because she lost something. If it's valuable, you should help her look for it first. If you can't find it, then let her call the police."
"Calling the police is a customer's right, isn't it?"
