She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you feeling guilty?"

Manshu stared at the aunt.

The old lady's scalp tingled when she stared at her.

"I'm not in a hurry, you ask!"

She didn't dare let this little girl be frightened again.

"You said before that I was the one who knocked this gentleman's heirloom to the ground?"

When Manshu mentioned the word "heirloom", his tone was somewhat playful.

"Yes." The aunt nodded without thinking.

"Then do you remember where I was just now? How did I bump into you?"

The aunt was stumped by the question.

She had no idea how the little girl had bumped into him.

All you need to know is that it was she who hit you.

"I just remember that you hit someone. Who can remember it so clearly?" The more the aunt was questioned, the more guilty she felt.

"How about this, let's simulate the scene at that time." Manshu didn't care how reluctant the aunt was.

She asked Jiang Xia to imitate the old man and walk towards her.

At the moment when Jiang Xia passed her, Manshu stopped where he was, and Jiang Xia bumped into her, and things fell to the ground.

However, props are not heirlooms.

"Sir, you are in a hurry. Is there something urgent? I remember it was you who was walking towards me, not me who was in a hurry to walk past you, right?"

Manshu looked at the howling old man.

The old man was stunned by her question, and then wailed: "I'm in a hurry to exchange the crane for money. There is an unfilial son in my family who owes a lot of money from gambling. People say that if he doesn't pay back the money, he will chop off his hands."

"I only have this one son. If he dies, how will we, the two of us, survive?"

Manshu was tired of hearing this excuse.

She held the phone in her hand and said solemnly, "Don't worry, uncle. We live in a society ruled by law now. No one dares to torture others privately, let alone chop off their hands. What's your son's name? I'll call the police for you right away!"

"What do you want to do!" The old man suddenly jumped up and knocked Mansu's cell phone away.

"Are you trying to kill my son?"

Manshu's cell phone fell to the ground and the screen was broken.

This made the explosive person following her move instantly.

Jiang Xia even stood in front of Man Shu. Yan Rushan's face suddenly changed: "What did you do? What's wrong with you, old man? My niece was kind enough to call the police for you, but you didn't appreciate it and you even hit her!"

He had plenty of ways to deal with people like this. If Manshu hadn't wanted to handle it himself, he would have had people take this group of people away long ago.

"Isn't it because you feel guilty that you don't dare to ask someone to call the police?"

Yue Qingwan also pulled Manshu behind her.

Several people stood in front of her. Ms. Qin Ru breathed a sigh of relief and was extremely satisfied with her daughter-in-law Yue Qingwan.

Although Manman may not need her protection, it is good enough that she has this heart.

"Why call the police? You outsiders really don't know the sufferings of the world. I'm just an ordinary person, and my family is well behaved. How can I fight against them?"

"They said that if I called the police, my son..."

The old man started crying again before he finished speaking.

Such elderly people are most likely to arouse everyone's sympathy.

Qin Ru glanced at the old man. She felt that her granddaughter should not be allowed to confront this old man.

Otherwise, people will always say that the little girl is a bully.

After all, everyone has seen the bodyguards around Manshu.

So, Qin Ru stood up.

"Old man, you have a son, and so do I. I understand your anxiety. But you should trust the police, they are professionals."

"Those debt collectors don't use legal means to begin with, and they don't dare to go against the police."