Chapter 323 The Naughty Child Can Write
I was getting a little impatient. This car was too expensive and the residents here didn't have high incomes. It would be troublesome if it got scratched or dented.
I cautiously said to the elderly people, "Uncle Zhang, that car is made in England and is quite expensive."
As I said that, I looked at Aunt Liu. Although I didn't know what her son did, it was probably a bit stressful that his biological mother suddenly asked him to buy a Bentley and bring it home.
I glanced at the children and said to Aunt Liu, "Auntie, please call the children back. If they get scratched, they'll have to pay for it. This car is really expensive."
Aunt Liu was a little unhappy when she heard me say this: "Is this your car?"
"Uh~no." I answered honestly.
When she heard that it wasn't her family's car, Aunt Liu straightened her back and looked arrogant: "Hey, little girl, it's not your car, why are you so worried about it?
Is that car made of paper? Can a few little kids just look at it and touch it and break it?"
Well, he thinks I'm meddling in his business. I sat down feeling a bit annoyed. Old Wu drank his tea calmly and gestured for me to look to the upper left with his eyes.
When I looked up, I found that this old community also had surveillance cameras installed. No wonder he was not worried at all. He thought he could find someone to compensate him if he got bumped or scratched.
I stopped talking, but Aunt Liu was still adamant and kept muttering to myself, "You little girl, not only do you like to meddle in other people's business, but you also pretend to know everything when you don't.
Uncle Zhang has already said that this is a domestically produced car, yet you still insist on calling it an expensive foreign car. I don’t know what you are up to.”
Uncle Zhang also said with some displeasure: "What's wrong with young people these days? They think good-looking cars must be foreign-made? I'm absolutely sure that BYD is our own Chinese car!"
The last sentence is really powerful. The old man’s patriotism is worthy of respect, but this is really a Bentley.
We are not the Korean country where we take all the good things home.
I tried to explain to him in the most polite way possible: "BYD is a Chinese car, yes, but that one is not a BYD, it is..."
Before I could finish, the boy shouted, "Grandma, do you think my Ding character is good? Let Dad buy it. This will be our family car."
His voice attracted everyone's attention, and they saw the little boy who had just spoken was scratching a crooked "D" shape on the door of the Pentax with a stone.
What you fear will come true. I sighed and looked at Old Wu. Old Wu took out his cell phone and dialed 110 without changing his expression.
Aunt Liu frowned and muttered to herself, "Oh, I don't know whose car this is, why did you draw on someone else's car?"
But when she walked up to the child, she looked loving and affectionate: "Baby, you are great. You can even write your own last name. You are such a smart baby."
Her praise was so great that the other two children also started looking for small stones on the ground, ready to show off their skills.
At this time, Old Wu stood up and drove the two children away.
He stood beside the car and calmly said to Aunt Liu, "Your grandson scratched the car. You have to pay for it."
Aunt Liu's neck stiffened. "Children are ignorant. How can you, a grown man, argue with a child?"
Although Old Wu spoke calmly, his tone was unquestionable: "Children are ignorant, but adults are also ignorant? If you break someone else's things, you have to pay for it. Haven't you learned this principle?
Miss Xia just reminded you to call the child back and not to damage the car. You think she is meddling in other people's business, so now you have to pay for your grandson's compensation."
Aunt Liu seemed a little guilty: "Then, how much do you want? You can't blackmail me, my son will be back soon."
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