Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âDo you want to have no one coming to your aid when you meet with such a helpless situation yourself?
The person was left speechless and he even looked ashamed.
The onlookers also fell silent because of what she said, their eyes filled with emotion. Their expressions began to change.
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât care what they thought as she looked at the middle-aged man, folded her arms at her chest and said, âActually, you are right. She was the one who bumped into you and soiled your clothes. Sheâs in the wrong, and she should pay up.â
The middle-aged man was prepared to lash out at her, but he was startled upon hearing that.
Recovering from his surprise, he smiled and nodded. âYeah! This little girl is reasonable. She is in the wrong. Itâs not wrong for me to demand compensation from her, right?â
With that said, he complacently looked around at the onlookers.
The onlookers were dumbfounded. They were puzzled as to why Mu Xiaoxiao would suddenly change her tune and speak up for the man.
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled and said, âHowever, your shirt⦠is not too dirty, is it? Itâs only a little stain. You can take it home to wash it.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The middle-aged man frowned, knowing that she was going to speak up for An Zhixin, his tone became unfriendly as he said, âBut this is a name-brand shirt! Itâs very expensive! Who knows if I can wash it clean when I get home? What if I canât wash it away? By then, she would have ran away. Who should I look for compensation then? Run along now. Go and mind your own business, little girl.â
Mu Xiaoxiao snorted, tilting her chin up as she said, âIâm telling you. Iâm gonna be minding this business! You! Let go of her hand! Are you trying to be rough with her? Treating a little girl roughly, do you have any sense of shame?â
The onlookers recovered their senses and parroted her, saying, âYeah! No sense of shame! You can talk calmly. Why do you have to be rough with the little girl?â
âThis little girl must be crying because sheâs hurting from your grip.â
âLet go of her alreadyâ
âAre you gonna let go of her or not! Let go or weâll call the police!â
The middle-aged man was not afraid of Mu Xiaoxiao alone. But he didnât expect Mu Xiaoxiao to have stirred the onlookers. With so many people opposing him, he had no choice but to let go of her.
âI-I donât care! In any case, she soiled my clothes, so she must compensate me! If you want to help her, then pool your money and pay up!â
Someone asked, âHow much is your shirt then?â
The middle-aged man held up his chin and said, â15000 yuan!â
The crowd roared in protest. âThatâs daylight robbery!â
âExactly. This material doesnât seem very fancy. How could it be so expensive? Youâre just extorting money, arenât you?â
The middle-aged man pulled up the corner of his jacket and snorted. âThis was made by Brand G. Itâs an international brand, got it? Thatâs how much it cost! If you donât believe me, you can check it online. 15000 yuan is cheap enough! â
An Zhixin, who was stunned by Mu Xiaoxiaoâs intervention, recovered her senses, and exclaimed, âF-fifteen thousand yuan? I donât have that much money!â
âYes, fifteen thousand! Not one cent less!â said the middle-aged man.
The onlookers were all wagging their tongues, criticizing him, but he seemed shameless as if he was going for broke.
Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly sniggered and laughed out loud. âHahahaha! Brand G?â
She stepped forward and felt the material of the middle-aged manâs jacket, and she shook her head.