The onlookers were confused and saw the children crying heartbrokenly, and they all began to look for their parents.
Qin Songyao held the ornament and sweated a little on his forehead. When he was away, he was most afraid of encountering such a thing. If the child’s parents were just right, they would just say that she would bully the child.
She ignored the people around her and tried to communicate with the child first.
"Kid, don't cry for now?"
As soon as she said that the child cried louder, and stomped his feet while crying, saying, "Give me back the toy!"
The people around probably understood that it was caused by a small toy.
The world is big, and there are all kinds of birds. Some people feel irritable when listening to the crying of children. When they pass by, they casually say Qin Songyao.
"It's a little thing worth hundreds of dollars, forget it. There's no need to exaggerate with a child."
When Qin Songyao heard this, he turned around and found that he was a middle-aged man.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and hugged the ornaments in her arms.
"Uncle, you are so rich, why don't you buy a dozen and give it to this kid, and you can also pity me!"
Someone laughed in the audience.
The middle-aged man swept Qin Songyao with his eyes, his tone full of gaze, "It looks pretty, so tricky."
"Where are the parents of the child? I'm so busy that the child's face turned pale."
Everyone was talking, most of them were not Mandarin, and Qin Songyao could only listen to it, but she could feel that not everyone was standing on her side.
She calmed down and thought for a while, looking for the staff present, and wanted to get out first.
Suddenly, a woman in her fifties and sixties squeezed into the crowd. When she saw the crying child, she quickly ran over and squatted down.
"Shishuai, what's wrong? Ah?"
When he saw the parents coming, Qin Songyao took up his bag and said, "Auntie, your children may want a toy, you can buy one for him."
As soon as she finished speaking, the child hugged the woman, cried, and pointed at the ornaments in Qin Songyao's hand and said, "Mine! That's mine! Mom bought me!"
The woman looked at Qin Songyao, then looked at her eldest grandson, and she was immediately furious.
"What's wrong with you? Snatch kids toys?"
Qin Songyao was shocked.
The onlookers were originally planning to part, but they didn't expect the plot to be so lively. Before the parents of the children came, more than half of them thought it was the children's unreasonable trouble. Now, judging from the parents of the children's attitude, some people began to doubt it.
Qin Songyao took a deep breath and showed the ornaments to the parents of the child, "Auntie, see clearly, I bought this myself!"
"My!" the child screamed.
While comforting the child, the woman said to Qin Songyao: "I think you are old and old, why do you do such a thing! This is Mickey Mouse. Our girl just bought it for my grandson. I took him to the bathroom.
I kept holding this toy and didn't let go. Once I was not careful, he ran away, so why did the things become yours?"
Someone next to him said something.
"I just met this kid, and it seems that he was holding this toy."
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the sound of justice came out.
"I just said that this kid doesn't seem to be fake."
"A child of this young shouldn't lie."
Qin Songyao stood alone in the crowd, isolated and helpless, and could only try to hold the ornaments in his arms.
"If it really doesn't work, please adjust the surveillance." she said.