Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 88 I Can Only Count On You
Qiu Yu watched the play with endless aftertaste, and was still smacking when she got home.

"Brother, do you think the money can be recovered?"

Qiu Shan touched his head, "I don't know either."

"I didn't ask you, I asked Qiu He."

Qiu Yu curled her lips. When Sun Guihua was beaten just now, the eldest brother turned around, so he might still be thinking about his previous friendship.

Qiu He shook his head, "I think it's quite difficult. They look like veterans. There must be a way out. It's similar to the previous projection team. Unless they are caught, there is little hope."

Qiu Mei couldn't help but sigh, "Why do things like this always happen?"

Qiu He didn't answer, but he knew in his heart that it is easier to be deceived if there is no information in the countryside.

People in the city read a lot of books and newspapers, and many people still have radios or even televisions. Once the scammers' tricks are exposed, they will soon be known to them, and the probability of being fooled will naturally be greatly reduced.

Qiu Yu was always convinced by Qiu He. Hearing that Yan Zhaodi's money could not be recovered, she gloated and said, "See how she pays. Those people will not have to take away the Sun family's house."

Little Yunbao yawned, and rubbed against Qiu Mei's arms, Qiu Mei immediately made a silent gesture.

"My sister is sleepy."

Several people immediately muted their voices and movements, and tiptoed to do their own things.

The Sun family on the other side was equally silent, but full of terror about to come.

Sun Guihua huddled in the corner of the wall and remained motionless, the exposed parts were covered with bruises.

Sun Daqiang was as taciturn as an old tree stump, even Sun Ergou, who was always domineering at home, didn't dare to say anything.

Yan Zhaodi limped and sat on the stool. Just as her butt was touched, she grinned in pain and stood up again.

Hearing the sound, Sun Guihua could not help but shudder, and lowered her head to the ground.

At this time, Yan Zhaodi didn't even have the strength to kick her, she was throbbing in pain.

Sun Daqiang finally couldn't bear it any longer, "What's going on in the future?"

Yan Zhaodi was dying, "Gao Guangmin has already called the police, and the money may not be recovered."

"Are you going to chase it back?"

Yan Zhaodi shivered and swallowed tremblingly.

"Or let's run now."

Sun Ergou was startled, "What? Why should we run, and where are we going?"

"Keep down, what are you yelling about!" Yan Zhaodi rarely spoke harshly to her son.

As soon as the voice fell, the window was suddenly knocked.

"Don't try to make a bad idea, we are watching in shifts!"

Sun Daqiang was startled, and cautiously stooped to the window to have a look, and found several people standing outside.

It seems that they are preventing their family from escaping.

Yan Zhaodi muttered to herself, "It's over, it's all over now."

"Qiu Mei, who kills thousands of knives, if she didn't show off in business, why would our family be fooled?"

At this time, Yan Zhaodi still didn't know how to repent, and hated Qiu Mei's family so much.

"Maybe it's a trick played by that dead girl!"

Sun Ergou said impatiently: "You tell me not to yell, why are you yelling so loudly? Can I go out later?"

Yan Zhaodi didn't expect her youngest son to be so selfish at this time, only thinking about himself.

He was so angry that he raised his hand fiercely, but the slap was hesitant to drop it.

Turning her eyes, Yan Zhaodi suddenly saw Sun Guihua in the corner.

Sensing the sight, Sun Guihua could not help but flinch.

Yan Zhaodi's voice suddenly became kind.

"Osmanthus fragrans, there is really nothing mother can do to you today, you won't blame mother, right?"

"No, not to blame."

"That's right, how can our mother and daughter have any overnight feud? It hurts my mother's heart when it hits you."

Yan Zhaodi walked towards Sun Guihua, and wiped her face carelessly with her sleeve.

Sun Guihua's facial features twitched in pain, but she dared not move.

Yan Zhaodi smiled at her, "Our sweet-scented osmanthus has been beautiful since we were young. At this time, our family can only count on you."

(End of this chapter)