I made fire all over the Internet by setting up a booth

Chapter 77 Hateful people must have pity

As soon as they came out of the police station, the expressions on the faces of Weng Shaomin and Jiang Wanqing changed instantly.

Weng Shaomin glared at Tang Fei, accidentally touched the wound on his face, and grinned in pain.

Jiang Wanqing hurriedly cared, "Mom, are you okay?"

Weng Shaomin shook off her hand, and said coldly, "Do you think I'm fine? It's fine if I can't give birth to a son, you can't even beat a shrew."

Jiang Wanqing's face turned pale instantly, but she still had to smile.

"Mom, didn't you say that this matter will not be mentioned any more?"

After she finished speaking in a begging tone, she subconsciously looked at the pedestrians around her.

When Weng Shaomin heard the words, his face was full of glaring sarcasm, "Don't mention it, why don't you let people say that you can't have a son?"

Jiang Wanqing clenched her fists, took a deep breath secretly, and showed a flattering smile on her face, "Mom, let me take you to the hospital for a physical examination first."

"Useless stuff." Weng Shaomin snorted coldly, and let Jiang Wanqing help her leave.

Tang Fei was left alone like this, she looked at Jiang Wanqing's back, and suddenly felt a little emotional in her heart.

Hateful people must have pity.

If you don't provoke her, she won't pay attention to it, but if she doesn't know how to play, she won't tolerate it either.

After she came out of the police station, she was not in the mood to set up a stall, and planned to go home after a stroll.

Since Wang Lin came out, she has been following her. When Tang Fei stops, she stops, and when Tang Fei leaves, she follows her.

Tang Fei stopped and turned to look at her, "Auntie, is there anything else?"

Wang Lin hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Girl, are you really good at exorcising ghosts?"

"A little bit." After Tang Fei finished speaking, he took a look at her.

This person has never done anything bad, has a bold personality, has both sons and daughters, and a happy family. He will not encounter any troubles recently.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, took her hand and said, "Girl, it's like this. Auntie has a friend who has something wrong recently. I suspect that he has been entangled in unclean things. Could you please follow me to see it? "

When Tang Fei heard the words, he responded immediately, "Yes."

She was worrying about not saving enough merit, so it would be best if she had work to do.

"Okay, let's go then."

Seeing that she was so forthright, Wang Lin liked her even more in her heart.

The two walked across the overpass all the way and went straight to the old town.

Although Kyoto is economically developed, every city is polarized.

There are not only tens of millions or even billionaires in Kyoto, but also no one who is hungry.

Wang Lin led the way, and reminded Tang Fei, "This area is undeveloped, and the houses are relatively old. Be careful when you walk."

Tang Fei nodded in response, looking at the crumbling houses and poor environment around him, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

The Tang family is considered to be rich, and the people they came into contact with before are all financially free. She thought that in this era, there would no longer be people with poor clothing and food, but she was so naive.

Where there are people, there are grades, high and low, from ancient times to the present.

Dividing by money and status is inevitable.

She was lost in thought, and Wang Lin called her several times, but she didn't respond.

"Girl?" Seeing that she should not respond, Wang Lin stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

Tang Fei came back to his senses and asked lightly, "Is it there yet?"

"Well, we're here." Wang Lin pointed to a crumbling attic in front of her and knocked on the door.

For a long time, no one answered.

"Aren't you always at home, did you go out today?"

After Wang Lin finished speaking in a strange way, she went up and knocked again.

There was a painful roar from the dilapidated wooden door, and a thin hand stretched out from the crack in the door.

(End of this chapter)