The man selling corn grabbed an old lady by the collar of her clothes in a panic, not letting her leave.
The aunt rolled her eyes and said, "Why pay? Why don't you let me taste the food? Do I have to buy it just because I have a taste?"
"You are quite a capable profiteer!"
"What bullshit are you talking about! Give me the money now!"
The black boy stood in front of the old lady with a gloomy face, "Put away your tricks, they won't work with me!"
"Either give me money or follow me to the police station!"
The aunt curled her lips unwillingly, took out a dime and threw it to the man selling corn, and Lin Qian did not forget to take a small one.
"What kind of people are they?"
The black boy was about to pull the aunt's collar, swearing, but the man selling corn grabbed his arm.
"Forget it! Forget it!"
"Eat some corn, it's all grown at home, it's so sweet!"
"Hey, Mr. Zhi, you eat too!"
The man selling corn handed Song Ning a corn as he spoke. He obviously thought Song Ning and the black boy were in the same group.
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