After Yuanyuan ran away, MO Yangyang was the only one left in the shop.
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She lowered her head and heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what, Yuanyuan was gone. At least she didnât have to be so upset.
MO Yangyang did have sufficient evidence, but Yuanyuanâs parents were related to the Han couple. With this relationship, it would be difficult to call the police.
Otherwise, if Yuanyuanâs parents ran home and cried, the old couple wouldnât be able to stand it.
MO Yangyang looked at the bright interior of the shop and suddenly felt a headache.
She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Lan Dongzhi.
[MO Yang Yang: Winter Solstice, Iâm panicking. Xie Xize is here againâŠ]
Lan Dongzhi did not return immediately. MO Yangyang knew that she would usually be asleep at this time.
She put down her phone and got up to tidy up the shop.
This was the foundation of her existence. No matter what Xie Xize wanted to do or whether he recognized her or not, she couldnât give up on this place. The shop had to continue to operate.
MO Yangyang took out a piece of white paper and wrote two words on it with a marker: Recruitment, 135xxxxxx. Then, she took it out and pasted it on the door.
When she turned around, her phone rang.
MO Yangyang thought it was a reply from Lan Dongzhi and quickly went to get it.
However, when she opened it, MO Yangyang wanted to smash her phone.
Because she was doing business, MO Yangyang did not set any conditions on
WeChat. As long as she knew her phone number, she could add her as a friend.
[X.xz: The lady bossâs waist is really thin. She doesnât look like someone who has given birth before!]
MO Yangyang gritted her teeth so hard that they were about to shatter.
When Xie Xize left, he said that he would meet up with the spicy sticks tomorrow. However, before tomorrow, the two of them met in the afternoon.
A kindergarten!
The young teacher looked at the man in front of her and stammered with a red face, ââSirâŠItâs Han Weilanâs parent!â
âSorry for troubling you, teacher,â said Xie Xize with a smile.
The young teacher was confused on the spot. No⊠No, I didnât. Wei Lan was very smart and sensibleâŠThis timeâŠ
It wasnât his faultâŠlt wasnât his faultâŠFather Wei Lan, go comfort him..
âAlright, thank you, teacher!â
In the small playground of the kindergarten, Xie Xize walked to Latiao, who was sitting alone on the swing.
Spicy Strip knew who it was without even looking up. He snorted, âWhy are you here?â
âRaise your head.â
The Spicy Strip raised its head, its big round eyes filled with innocence. âitâs not that youâre saying this, but this is a problem of using both my hands and my brain. My brain and my hands are both moving.â
There was a bruise on her left eye and her forehead was red and swollen.
Xie Xize looked at the wound on the childâs face, and his eyes turned cold.âYeah, but I didnât teach you how to be attacked!â
Hehe! â Little Spicy Strip chuckled. â Do you think I wanted to? That kid actually asked his father for help! â
Spicy Strip had taken care of a child who was stronger than him today. No one had seen him do it secretly.
However, because the child had conflicts with the Spicy Strips, he insisted that it was all the Spicy Strips âfault and even called his father. Even if there was no evidence, the childâs father, relying on his familyâs money, beat him up indiscriminately.
If not for the teacher stopping him, the Spicy Strip would be even more unlucky.
âYou can also call me father,â Xie Xize cleared his throat.
Spicy Strip swayed its two short legs and said in a childish voice,â Calling me father? Uncle, youâre so funny. My fatherâs coffin is about to collapse. â