Xue Yurong slammed her palm on the counter, her expression was full of impatience, and she said, "Hey, didn't my son tell you to call your father over? Why are you stupid? Why don't you go quickly?"

Hua Luo's face was cloudy, and he glared at Xue Yurong fiercely, and said word by word: "That's not ...... My dad, and, I ...... It is...... The shopkeeper here ......"

Xue Yurong looked incredulous, "What? You are a little kid who is actually the shopkeeper of this Huaji pawnshop?

Hualuo was so angry when she heard this, she finally couldn't help but shout at Xue Yurong angrily: "Shut up! This son is already twenty-four years old, if you dare to call this son a little fart child again, this son will pull out your tongue and feed it to the dog, do you hear, little ghost?" This little ghost is so hateful, remember the last person who called himself a little fart child, has been dead for two months, right?

Xue Yurong's eyes narrowed dangerously, she reached out and plucked her ears, and roared back with a displeased face: "What are you shouting? It's not that I can't hear it, if you deaf my son's ears, can you afford it? Ah? I even want to pull out my son's tongue? Hmm? That son doesn't mind pulling out your bane before this, so that you can't be a man for the rest of your life, you can only be a ladyboy, hum!"

"You, you...... What are you talking about?...... "Damn, Hua Luo's face turned crimson, and she was so angry with Xue Yurong that she was almost speechless, whose family is this little ghost......? Although I don't know what the "shemale" spit out of the little ghost's mouth is, it is certainly not a good word. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If according to his previous style, someone dared to be so disrespectful to himself, that person would have fallen to the ground a long time ago, and he didn't know that he had died thousands of times, but in the face of this little ghost in front of him, he only had anger and shame in his heart, and he couldn't rise up a trace of murder.

Xue Yurong slowly circled around Hualuo, looked the other party up and down again, and said with a suspicious expression: "Are you really twenty-four years old? Are you sure it's not fourteen? Could it be that you are mistaken?"

"You ......"

Xue Yurong waved her hand, threw the burden on her body on the counter with a "snap", looked impatient, and said: "Okay, don't be like a girl, yes, chirp crookedly here, let's give this son an estimate first! ”

Hearing this, Hualuo's nose was almost crooked, and he tried his best to suppress the raging anger in his heart, snorted coldly, and sneered: "Even if your father is so powerful and powerful, how can he shorten the moon silver of your little ghost? and even reduced to the point of letting your little ghost come out and pawn the heirloom? Could it be ...... Is this so-called family heirloom actually fake? Or is it ...... Stolen, huh?"