The large green iron door has hollowed out on it and white couplets are incomplete.
Inside the door, a little boy of three or four years old, with his eyes closed and crying loudly.
Lin Yu outside the door looked horrified, raised her hands in the air, shouting for injustice.
As for what was wronged, Lin Yu didn’t know. He always felt that if he didn’t shout, he would not be able to remove the suspicion from him.
Li Sanyi and Zhang Boer stood beside Lin Yu, looking at the surroundings with a serious face with a hint of vigilance, especially afraid that the people in the village would rush out with hoes.
Three people started coaxing the child one by one.
“Stop crying, uncle buys you food.”
This is Zhang Boer.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll take you away when I’m crying!”
This is Li Sanyi, who thinks he can scare the child.
“Little brother, don’t cry, okay? Look at my sister, I’ll give it to you if you don’t cry.”
This is Lin Yu who is bribing.
At this moment, it has been preserved in Feng Yin’s memory for a long time.
It was also at this moment that she truly realized what the three people around her were doing, and they had enough trouble.
If you continue shouting, no one of the four of you will leave this village.
“Shut up!”
Feng Yin said in the back, and the trio immediately stopped and focused on obedient.
Feng Yin stepped forward two steps, glanced at the three people, and handed the mobile phone that had already turned on the live broadcast to Li Sanyi.
“Hold it, this is the evidence of our self-proving innocence at the critical moment.”
“I understand that working on live broadcasts is all about clouds, and self-protection on live broadcasts is our true meaning.”
Li Sanyi took Feng Yin’s phone stuffed over, hugged it, took it, changed direction, and aimed at Feng Yin.
“Stop crying!”