"Girl, are you too naive to hit someone? It's good that I'm alive. Come on and follow me, and we'll explain to Mr. Ye."
He took Wen Tong and left, not caring about the newsstand behind him.
"I want to go back to my old business, so I ask for Mr. Ye's forgiveness. I don't want to sell these crappy newspapers anymore."
"I can't go now, I have to go to class soon." Wen Tong stopped, "Give me his phone number, and I will explain it clearly to him and ask him not to embarrass you again."
Lin Dong looked at her suspiciously, "How can I trust you?"
"This is my phone number. If you don't believe it, call me anytime. By the way, how can I find him?"
"How can I have the phone number of such a big shot, but you can go to Yefei Bar, he goes there almost every day."
At this time, someone shouted from behind, "Boss, here are two morning newspapers."
"I went to sell newspapers. Anyway, the rest of my life will be in your hands. You have to clean up the mess you made." He raised the phone in his hand and said semi-threateningly: "I will call you.
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Wen Tong watched him limping to the cash register and took out a bunch of crumpled change from his pocket. Thinking of his former glory, Wen Tong suddenly felt a burst of silent sadness. Not only did she sell herself, but she also
She cannot shirk this responsibility for causing harm to others.
She wanted to find Mr. Ye and explain clearly. Even if he wanted to punish him, it would be her responsibility and it had nothing to do with Lin Dong.
When Wen Tong arrived at school, she still hadn't woken up from this self-blame. She was carrying her schoolbag alone, worried all the way.
"Bah." A tennis ball suddenly flew from the front and hit Wen Tong's shoulder squarely.