The little girl looked quite small, about seven or eight years old, her face pale and crying uncontrollably, finally running to hide behind a middle-aged woman.
"Xiaorou, what's wrong?" The woman struggling to wash clothes with a washboard raised her head in confusion and looked at her.
"Aunt Li, I didn't steal anything... I didn't... sob sob..."
Too frightened, the little girl could barely speak two words before choking on her tears again, unable to explain clearly.
Before the middle-aged woman could react, the man had already chased over, harshly saying, "How do you act like a mom? Huh? She's so young yet doesn't learn anything good, just learns to steal from others!"
"No, big brother, you got it wrong. I'm not her mother, I'm her neighbor. Her parents work in the city and only come back at night." She hurriedly waved her hand and explained.
"I don't care who you are to her. The little brat stole my stuff. Today, there must be an explanation, or I'll call the police!"
