Song Yun stood still, and with a slight flick of her wrist, a stone hit the old woman's knee.
The old woman knelt down and let out a wail.
She wailed and pointed at Song Yun, cursing, "You bitch, how dare you hit me."
Song Yun was speechless. "You were two meters away from me. I couldn't even touch you. How could I hit you?"
The onlookers echoed, "That's right, the female comrade was standing there without moving, how could she hit you? How can you lie like that?"
"That's right. I don't think her grandson was pushed into the water by someone else's child."
Someone else whispered, "Let me tell you, this old lady was the one who said her grandson was pushed into the water by a kid yesterday. The kid said he was just passing by and saved the child, but this old lady insisted it was him who pushed him and forced the kid to pay 10 yuan for nutrition, or she'd report him to the police."
"I was here a few days ago and heard someone fell into the water. It was a little boy. He said he was pushed into the water. His grandmother saw him and paid him 30 yuan as compensation."
After hearing this, everyone was confused. Their eyes towards the old woman changed, and they subconsciously took two steps back, fearing that they would be blackmailed if they got too close.
Song Yun naturally heard these conversations. The corners of her lips curled up and she said, "I've asked my cousin to report it to the police. They'll get to the bottom of this when they arrive."
When the old woman heard the police, she stopped crying out in pain and stood up, rubbing her knee. "Don't think you can avoid responsibility for your brother's minor offense."
Song Yun said, "I'm telling you the same thing. Don't think you can get away with breaking the law just because you're older than me and your grandson is younger. At your age and in such good health, you should be able to get away with a prison sentence of eighteen or ten years."
The old woman sneered, "If you want me to go to jail, you'll have to see if you have the ability. Do you know who my son is?"
Song Yun deliberately asked, "I don't know, who is your son?"
The old woman said, "My son is the section chief of the Revolutionary Committee. You'd better think before you speak."
Song Yun suddenly realized, "So your son is a member of the Revolutionary Committee. No wonder you dare to openly call a horse a zebra and argue that he is a black man. So this is the family tradition."
The old woman was still trying to figure out what she meant by calling a horse a zebra. Song Yun looked at the little boy huddled to the side and asked, "Little boy, are you really her grandson? Were you kidnapped and tricked by her?"
The little boy might be cold. His clothes were soaked, his face was pale, he was shivering, curled up into a ball, and didn't dare to speak at all.
"Bullshit, this is my nephew. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you up."
"So it's my nephew's grandson. I was saying, if it was my own grandson, I wouldn't want him to suffer like this."
Everyone looked at the little boy with sympathy and pity, but they didn't dare to say anything more. He had a son who was an official in the Revolutionary Committee, and they, ordinary people, didn't dare to offend him.
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