"Look, look! Young people these days have no manners at all. They bumped into an old woman like me, didn't help me up, and even slandered me! Waaah! Everyone, come and judge this!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened and tears instantly fell, as if she had truly been bullied.

Seeing this, bystanders pointed and whispered in support of the old lady.

“What’s wrong with you, young lady? Help her up, apologize, take her to the hospital, and everything will be fine. You have no manners.”

"That's right. Most young people these days have no manners. They're all so arrogant and bully the elderly."

"He deserves to be disabled; this is retribution."

"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm talking to you. Wearing sunglasses like you're online, thinking you don't care about anyone? Do you really think you're something special?"

Tang Yaoyao gently curled her lips, revealing two charming dimples at the corners of her red lips, yet there was an inexplicable chill about them.

She fiddled with her hands, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "You're all criticizing me, but why aren't any of you going to help me up?"

The group looked at each other.

One of them had a reason: "You bumped into her, so of course you should help her up. The old lady's feelings have been hurt by you, and she needs you to soothe them."

Tang Yaoyao leaned back in her wheelchair: "I'll say it again, I didn't hit her, so why should I help her?"

"Why are you so stubborn, woman?"

The man, who had been furious at first, continued to curse, "Didn't you see the old lady was crying? She's so ill-mannered in this life, she'll definitely be reborn as an animal in the next."

"You beast...you're the one I'm talking about, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, the man blushed and wanted to go forward and hit him.

Tang Yaoyao looked up at him, unafraid, and gently curved her lips: "When you said your first words, I told your fortune. You are about to face imprisonment."

Upon hearing this, the man's hand, which was about to strike her, froze in mid-air; he was furious.

Tang Yaoyao never minces words: "Don't worry, it'll only be a little while. Nobody can save you."

Most of the people gathered here were middle-aged women who believed in fortune telling and supernatural beings. Hearing her say this, they forgot why they had attacked her as a group before, and turned their heads to look at the man.

As if he had committed some heinous crime, they dispersed.

Upon seeing this, the old woman wailed loudly, "Ouch, it hurts so much! Oh dear, I'm going to die! Oh dear, how could there be such a hateful young man?"

She waved her hand, and Tang Yaoyao then noticed that she was live-streaming.

At the same time, she noticed that the old lady had a pair of very smooth and white hands, which were a stark contrast to her face.

This confirmed my earlier suspicions.

The "old lady" and the man who spoke were in cahoots; they had done this kind of thing quite often.

Coincidentally, she was their prey this time.

"How about we go to the police station and talk to them?"

The old lady was naturally unwilling to go to the police station. After a while, she shook her head and became generous again: "Give me 10,000 yuan, and I'll pretend nothing happened. I'll go to the hospital myself."

Oh.

Ten thousand a day, that's three hundred thousand a month! You've made a fortune by staging accidents.

Just then, a tall, imposing man strode over from the crowd. He had his head down, so his face was obscured, but his voice was gentle: "Grandma, let me take your picture."

After saying that, he bent down, reached out and took the old lady's phone.