A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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Everyone present fell silent.

　　The person who was planning to find a landline to call the police also stopped.

　　Min Xiaohui said in a muffled voice: "People in the village... people in the village said that my... our family might have... problems with Feng Shui, and we need to... find a master."

　　"When my cousin died..., I called the police, but they couldn't save him... and he secretly found another place to jump."

　　He shook his head frantically, "I... want to save my sister, I don't want anything to happen to her!"

　　He was afraid that his sister would secretly jump off the building like his cousin.

　　The police officers are all very nice people, but they don't have time to rescue my sister every day.

　　The whole family jumped to their deaths.

　　If Min Xiaohui wasn't so pitiful, everyone would suspect that someone deliberately made up the story to gain sympathy.

　　Chu Yuening bent down to get a red plastic bag from the stall, then raised her hand to take the peach wood sword hanging on the glass cabinet and asked, "Is my sister safe now?"

　　"Safe." Min Xiaohui nodded.

　　"Then let's go to your house first." Chu Yuening said, and happened to see Ashanpo in the crowd. She apologized, "Ashanpo, I may have to trouble you to help me close the stall."

　　"Go ahead." Ashanpo didn't mind. She squeezed out of the crowd and rolled up her sleeves.

　　The old lady showed her skinny arms and grinned, "Don't even think about looking at Ashanpo. It only takes a few minutes to put away the two tables."

　　As she said this, she looked at the popsicle box again, showing a regretful expression, "It's just a pity to waste the syrup. Let's do this."

　　"Does anyone want some sugar water?"

　　As soon as Ashanpo finished speaking, the neighbors spontaneously lined up.

　　"I definitely have to buy some sugar water. After listening to Ning Ning's fortune telling, I drink a cup of sugar water every day. It's like a heavenly life."

　　"I want one too. They were sold out when I came here two days ago. Is it my turn today?"

　　Some people who bought the sweet soup joked: "Ashanpo, you are worried about not being able to sell the sweet soup. You might as well worry about your own fruit stall. Do you want the neighbors to help you book it?"

Ah Shan Po took a spoon and quickly packed the bags. When she heard the old neighbors joking, she couldn't help but retort, "I'm urging you. Of course I'm grateful for your kindness. Which boss doesn't want to sell out his goods every day?"

　　Min Xiaohui, who was standing next to him, held the bowl of sugar water and raised his thin face, "Master...can you...can you..."

　　Before she could finish her words, her face turned red.

　　"Sure." Chu Yuening smiled faintly on her fair face, "You can take it back."

　　Seeing that the master allowed him to bring the sweet soup to his sister, Min Xiaohui's worried face finally had a smile. He carefully protected the bowl of sweet soup in the bowl, and hurriedly sat in the front to lead the way.

　　He found that the sweet syrup spilled out due to shaking, so he changed to taking small steps. In this way, even if he walked in a hurry, the syrup would not spill out and cause waste.