Zhao Xue'er's old father bent over and squinted, carefully examining the peanuts they had sold.
Two dark brown bugs were crawling around inside the bag, quite conspicuous.
The middle-aged man turned around with a face full of worry and said to Zhao Xue'er:
"Xue'er, there really are bugs."
"But, Dad, when I just gave them to him, there weren't any..."
Zhao Xue'er looked at her father's weathered face, her voice filled with grievance.
Her father shook his head and turned back to Ning Xinlan, bending his waist even more.
"Sorry, sorry... Miss, can we compensate you with money? If not, we'll pay double."
Ning Xinlan let out a cold laugh, with a hint of arrogance mixed with satisfaction:
"Compensate with money? Do I look like someone who needs money? I don't want money, I just want justice. I want this vicious Zhao Xue'er to kneel and apologize to me!"
Seeing this, Ning Fan was fuming with anger inside, almost finding it laughable.
