He disdainfully slung the bamboo basket over his shoulder, plucked some wheat, and squinted at her. "How do you know he's rich?"
Chaochao opened her big, sincere eyes and pointed to the little dog in the scarf: "The dog told me."
Jiang Chi is looking at the dog.
Why does this dog have a scarf?
Unsure, let me take another look.
Why does this yellow scarf look so familiar?
System: For some reason, the phrase "two dogs staring at each other" suddenly came to mind.
Jiang Chi: "To be honest."
Chaochao repeated, "That's what the dog said."
Jiang Chi was confused: "?"
One time, he said it was the dog who told him, but he didn't believe it.
If it happens twice, one can't help but have doubts.
Could it be that Tuanzi is using a psychic script? Is he actually in a fantasy world?
……anyway.
This reason is hard to convince people.
Jiang Chi whispered to Chaochao, "If anyone asks why, just say the money accidentally fell out of my pocket and you saw it."
Chaochao looked bewildered: "But I didn't see it. Isn't this a lie?"
You should tell them that what the dog says sounds like a lie.
Jiang Chi: "Do you want to be captured, sliced up, and eaten, or are you lying?"
Cut it off! Eat it!
Chaochao's eyes widened and she shuddered, first letting go of her pride, "I saw it in my pocket."
Not long after, the village chief and the police arrived at the scene.
Qian Lao Er was put into the car, and Cao Xiaoyun was also to be taken to a nearby hospital in an ambulance for treatment and disability assessment.
Many villagers gathered at the door to watch the spectacle. They never expected that Qian Lao Er, who usually seemed honest and weak, would be abusive, gamble, and even try to sell his daughter. He was truly a despicable person!
Alas, you can know a person's face but not their heart.
This was the first time Jingjing had appeared so openly in front of the villagers. In the past, she always tried to hide her scars, afraid that they would discover them. If they started talking about them, she would be beaten by her father—no, her biological father—when she got back.
Now that she has taken the first step, her heart is gradually lightening, and she feels a sense of unreality.
Cao Xiaoyun was lifted onto a stretcher.
Jingjing was worried about leaving her mother alone at the hospital, so she prepared to get in the car with her.
But at this moment, her hand rested on the edge of the stretcher, and her dark eyes looked around.
"Sister Jingjing~"
The little girl turned around in surprise and saw the little dumpling reaching out to her. Its freshly washed hands were still glistening with water droplets, and five bright red cherry tomatoes lay prominently in its palm. The little dumpling smiled and said, "You can't refuse anymore."
“Okay…” Jingjing couldn’t help but choke up.
Those tiny specks of vibrant red were the first splash of color to appear in the girl's seven-year-long darkness.
From then on, like a blazing fire, it burned away all the gloom.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
