The night is hazy, the suffering is hidden in the fine clothes, and the neon does not shine in the dark.

The vendor in front of the theater was dragging a seven or eight-year-old child in one hand and a balloon in the other, crying as if he had just left the house and bumped into the chengguan.

Her child may have been frightened and stood there dumbfounded, with tears in her big bright eyes, looking at the couple in front of her at a loss.

"My dress is camel hair, can't be washed, do you understand? You sell things, you sell things, what are you doing with my clothes?"

"I don't care, you have to pay, you have to! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

The young girl raised her chin aggressively, and her face with delicate makeup was distorted.

The peddler was still crying, crying and begging for mercy, saying that her son did not mean it, that she had a seriously ill daughter, that she was selling balloons for medicine, and that she could not afford to lose money in her small business.

This can happen every day.

Shen Fanyin took the opportunity to push away the card handed by Jing Zeheng, patted his heart, and pretended not to ease up: "I'm scared to death.".

Jing Zeheng's big hand stroked her long hair and comforted, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to drink milk tea, okay?"

Shen Fanyin's love for milk tea is well known to the whole family, so much so that the chef of the Jing family specially bought a recipe for milk tea and worked tirelessly for a week to satisfy Shen Fanyin's appetite.

Hearing him mention milk tea, Shen Fanyin nodded and instantly raised a smile: "Brother, you are so good."

It looks like the peddler is a weaker, but she really doesn't deserve pity. Using her own children as a means to attract customers, and stopping others from buying his balloons, this kind of sales method itself is undesirable, and it is really her own death to be falsely accused.

Shen Fanyin didn't know how to manage this kind of thing that was wrong on both sides, and he had no intention of taking care of it.

Sometimes, it's good to be a passerby.

Obviously, Jing Zeheng also felt that there was no need to pay attention to this matter.

He gently grabbed Shen Fanyin's wrist and led her down the steps.

They don't walk fast, so they walk in the breeze, not much different from the passers-by.

But just as they were about to cross the crowd watching the excitement, things took a turn over there.

"What's my business with your daughter's illness? Are you weak and reasonable? I deserve to suffer such a loss? I have 100,000 yuan for this dress, you pay me! Or I'll call the police right now!"

I don't know how many balloons I have to sell to make up this number.

The peddler was so frightened that he forgot to cry, his thin face froze, and after a long moment of froze, he screamed, and fell to the ground in despair, still holding the balloon in his hand.

"I don't have any money...... I don't have any money......

Her face was dark and wrinkled, and her hair was messy with silver threads, and she looked ten years old. The clothes on the body should be the style of the previous year, and they are a little white after washing.

She sat on the ground in despair, her cloudy eyes hollow.

Shen Fanyin finally frowned.

She stopped and looked at Jing Zeheng: "Brother."

Jing Zeheng's eyes were full of tenderness: "If you want to take care of it, don't make yourself uncomfortable."

He knew her, and if she didn't take care of it, she would definitely not sleep well.

Although the girl had a strong man with three thick feet, he was not a dead man.

Shen Fanyin nodded his head, broke away from Jing Zeheng's hand, turned around to push through the crowd, and walked in.

She wanted to laugh.

There were so many onlookers, but they were all just holding their mobile phones to record the video, and no one had the intention of speaking up, and no one even dialed a free police call.

"Girl, don't bully honest people."

Shen Fanyin walked between them, her tone was serious, but her naturally soft voice made her words sound particularly intimidating.

The young girl glanced at her and sneered, "Is there really a living Lei Feng these years? If you can't get used to it, you can compensate for her!"

Shen Fanyin approached her, lowered her eyes and looked at the coat, and her voice was unhurried: "Do you know what camel wool is? That's LoRa

Piana and XRA's exclusive fabrics, the most common camel wool coats, also start at 200,000."

This is the first time that someone has pretended to be forced to Shen Fanyin's field of expertise, and there is no pressure to reply.

She continues, "Even if it's a real camel wool fabric, there's nothing wrong with normal dry cleaning or cold hand washing. What's more, girl, this piece on your body is just the most ordinary cashmere material, and the dry cleaning fee is up to 100 yuan, and you ask people for 100,000 yuan, which is outrageous."

The peddler saw that someone was speaking up, and there was a little light in his cloudy eyes, and he looked at Shen Fanyin as if he was looking at a savior.

Shen Fanyin ignored her, didn't even look at her, and just continued to say to the young girl, "If you really call the police, do you think the police won't check the origin and brand of your dress? You have hands and feet, don't always think about getting something for nothing."

The young girl's face was red and white for a while, and finally she stomped her foot hard, turned around and threw herself into her boyfriend's arms: "Husband! She bullied me!"

The man was muscular, two as wide as Shen Fanyin.

He felt that his face was gloomy, and he stared at Shen Fanyin with horizontal eyebrows: "What do you little girl know? What expensive clothes have you seen? What does this have to do with you? I don't care about you! Don't make me slap you!"

Shen Fanyin: "It's not that I look down on you, but if you're like this, I can beat ten."

"Yo? The little girl is quite crazy......

As the strong man spoke, his big fan-like hand rose and fell towards Shen Fanyin's face.

Before Shen Fanyin could raise his hand to block it, his wrist was grabbed by Jing Zeheng.

He didn't know when he came behind Shen Fanyin, and his big hand firmly grasped the strong man's wrist, so that he couldn't move a bit.

"If you have something to say, you want to do it, but you can't."

Jing Zeheng's voice was cold, he pinched the wrist of the strong man, and his eyes staring at him were cold and terrifying.

The strong man only felt as if his wrist was being grabbed by an iron hoop, and the pain made him feel like his bones were about to break.

He was so arrogant just now that he instantly became a little sheep, licking his flattering smile and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was impulsive!"

He is quite knowledgeable about current affairs, and he does not hesitate to cowardly it.

After saying this, he dragged his girlfriend and turned away, still muttering, "Okay, baby, I'll just buy you another one, what more do you say to this kind of person?" It's considered charity......

They walked away, and the peddler also stood up with the help of his son.

She looked at Shen Fanyin blankly, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Shen Fanyin didn't care too much about them, she had no intention of being someone else's spiritual mentor, so she pulled down Jing Zeheng's sleeve: "Let's go, brother, I want to drink white peach-flavored milk tea."

"At this time, the white peach-flavored milk tea is full of flavors, which is unhealthy."

"If I want to pursue a healthy lifestyle, shouldn't I drink plain water?"

The two of them walked away side by side, talking to themselves, ignoring the peddler.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. The little boy wiped away his tears, tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, and asked suspiciously, "Mom, isn't that sister the sister in the photo album?"

The peddler looked at Shen Fanyin's back blankly and nodded slowly.

"Yes, it's her."