Lao Ding said this with gritted teeth. Looking at Comrade Lao Du's hateful smile, Lao Ding now just wanted to make close contact with Comrade Lao Du's smiling face with his fist.
"Wife, listen to me, do you think I have 200 yuan in my pocket? I usually don't have more than 30 yuan in my pocket. I give it all to you when I get my salary. Where can I get 200 yuan?"
"Besides, if you run into the agent Xiao Liu one day and ask him, you'll know! Why would I lie to you?"
"Xiao Min, I'm here to testify for Lao Ding! He really has no money. Many times, Lao Ding secretly asked me out for drinks, and I paid for him. Lao Ding really doesn't have a penny in his pocket!"
"Old Du!"
The cry of "Old Du" from Old Ding was heart-wrenching. These two simple words contained countless emotions: grievance, anger, disbelief...
Du Chen couldn't help laughing secretly. He lowered his head and took a peek, and found that everyone at the table except Lao Ding was secretly laughing.
"Lao Du, what are you talking about? You go home after work every day, and Lao Ding has to pick up Xiao Jia from cram school every night. How can you two have time for drinking?"
Old Ding immediately looked at Ren Surong with gratitude. Finally, someone spoke up for him!
"But Xiao Jia, I don't know whether Lao Du and Lao Ding drank during the day. Anyway, Lao Du told me every day that he went to the repair shop, but I don't know whether he really went or not!"
Immediately afterwards, Du Chen's mother, who was in a good mood, also started joking with Lao Ding.
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