Chapter 403 Let Me Hear What Your Dad Is Doing Right Now

"Also, they made such a fuss, which affected my store's business for two hours and delayed our time! They must give us actual compensation!" Who knows, Ye Qiao added at this time!

Not only will they lose face, but they will also lose money. The point is, they haven't done anything yet!

Dong Xian and Zheng Xiang were wronged, "Comrade policeman, you are from Xicheng District, right? My uncle is your leader. This matter is really not our fault. We are not familiar with this aunt at all..."

Dong Xian said in a low voice, approached her, and walked through the back door.

Ouch, is this woman bullying them because they have no background? ! He dared to do this in front of them, even though all the customers in the shop had left.

Ye Qiao was even more scornful in her heart.

The policeman raised his eyebrows, "What does your uncle have to do with me?! The boss told you to do this, and he has already shown mercy to you. Otherwise, follow me to the police station and leave a record?! Now, immediately pay the boss two hundred yuan loss!"

"Two hundred yuan?! How could they earn two hundred yuan in two hours?!" Dong Xian said angrily, "Besides, this aunt is not called by us at all, you can't treat people so wrongly!"

"You little girl, you don't admit it again! Police, let me tell you, it was the two of them who instructed me to do this!" The aunt said firmly.

The policeman was also impatient with anger, and slammed the table down, "Either go to the police station to file a case and keep the record, or fine and apologize! It's useless to find anyone!"

Dong Xian was so angry that she had to take out four 50-yuan bills from the wallet hanging in front of her, and threw them on the table, "I'll write an apology now, immediately, immediately! I'll see you all finish writing before leaving! Aunt, you also give me an apology." I will write a letter of guarantee, and if I do this kind of thing in the future, it will not be the result!"

After a while, Dong Xian, Zheng Xiang, and the aunt were sitting in their milk tea shop, writing letters of apology and letters of guarantee.

The two letters of apology, with ID photos of Dong Xian and Zheng Xiang attached, were pasted on the window of their milk tea shop. Every time someone who bought milk tea or a classmate who was shopping passed by, they had to watch it. Dong Xian was ashamed. Xian and Zheng Xiang didn't dare to go to the clothing store next door for several days, and hid in the milk tea shop that had no business at all every day.

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"Ye Qiao, I'm bored, I want to play a game!" Ye Qiao, who was knitting, raised the corners of her mouth when she heard Lu Xiaogun's voice.

This little brat just finished playing with Lightning, and now he wants to play games again.

She is sitting in the courtyard of the courtyard, bathing in the spring sunset, knitting a black scarf. She has been knitting this scarf all winter, and she hasn't finished knitting it yet!

Obviously, An Xin and the others can weave it in one night!

She may not be born with this material!

"Stop knitting, it's so ugly, it's not good enough for my father!" Lu Xiaogun lashed out at her, it's really ugly, it often misses stitches, reveals holes, and has to be dismantled and re-knitted!

"Not worthy of your father? Believe it or not, your father regards it as a treasure, and he will wear it all summer!" Ye Qiao said confidently.

Lu Xiaogun rolled his eyes: "I don't believe it! Take me to play games, go to the game console room!"

Ye Qiao just wanted to reject fiercely, but immediately changed his mind, "If you want me to take you to the game room, it's fine... But, let me hear your father's voice! I want to hear what he is doing at this moment !"

She often asks Lu Xiaogun to do this, but Lu Xiaogun just refuses, he is Abagon Grandet, he is very stingy, and he is reluctant to waste a little of his energy.

"Ye Qiao, you better stop listening! Listen for a while..."

"What will happen after listening? I want to hear it even more! Hurry up!" Ye Qiao urged, and immediately put down the work at hand.