Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

After watching the video of Zheng Xiaoming reversing the black and white, everyone felt sorry for Su Jiahe.

"How can this man be so heartless? Sister Su, you shouldn't have saved him." Daji was so angry that she couldn't eat and put the bowl heavily on the table.

"This is just like Mr. Dongguo and the wolf! Sister Su, don't be too sad. People like this will get their comeuppance!" Liu Jun hurriedly comforted Su Jiahe.

"Little kid, there's no such thing as retribution in this world. When you encounter a bad person, you can only seek justice yourself." He Shuangqing sighed and said, "Don't worry, Sister Su. I will clarify things for you online today and let everyone see what kind of person he is."

"Sister Qingqing, does your account have many followers? How many people can see what I post?" Daji asked.

"Now there are hundreds of thousands. And Sister Su has helped so many people, I believe most people can still distinguish right from wrong."

At this time, Su Jiahe had saved all the videos of Zheng Xiaoming slandering her and quickly contacted the largest local law firm.

Thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, the truth was finally revealed within a week. Many people who had been helped by Su Jiahe and enthusiastic netizens flocked to Zheng Xiaoming's account, showering him with warm regards from all angles.

In an old house in the suburbs, Zheng Xiaoming dragged his sick body and leaned on the bed, holding the court summons in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, watching everyone expose him online. He felt like the sky was falling.

With a creak, the rusty security door was pushed open, and Zheng Xiaoming's son Zheng Shuaishuai walked through the narrow living room and went straight to Zheng Xiaoming's bedroom.

"Shuai Shuai, you're back." Zheng Xiaoming forced a smile on his face when he saw his son.

When Zheng Shuaishuai saw his father's sick face, he didn't show any concern. Instead, he sat carelessly beside the bed.

"Dad, did that man give you money again?"

"Alas, they refused to give it to me," Zheng Xiaoming sighed deeply.

"What? Why didn't she give it to you? Did you tell her that you needed money for medical treatment?" Zheng Shuaishuai was so anxious that he almost jumped out of bed.

"That's what I told her, but she didn't believe me." Zheng Xiaoming shook his head helplessly. "Then again, the 300,000 yuan you gave me last time is more than enough for your wedding. I'm old and weak, so I'll just leave it at that. You should just take care of it yourself and have the wedding by the end of the year."

Hearing his father urging him to get married, Zheng Shuaishuai became upset. He wanted to say something but couldn't. Finally, he pounded the bed in frustration.

Seeing his son's unusual reaction, Zheng Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat. He knew that his son had probably done something weird again.

"Handsome, tell me the truth, is the 300,000 yuan I gave you still there? You didn't squander it again, did you?"

"I..." Zheng Shuaishuai hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and realized that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply told the truth.

"Dad, I didn't spend it recklessly. I just used it to pay off my debts."

"What?" Zheng Xiaoming sat up suddenly. "Why are you in debt again? I've paid you back so many times, how come you still have debts?"

"Dad, didn't you scold her online? Rich people value their reputation. If this gets out of hand, she might spend all my wedding money and your medical expenses."

"Oh, stop talking. They don't believe it at all and even sued us in court." Zheng Xiaoming threw the subpoena to his son.

Zheng Shuaishuai picked up the subpoena and took a look at it. When he learned that the other party had really sued his father, he quickly looked away.

"We just had a few complaints, why go to court? Sigh, even rich people can be so stingy. Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

After saying that, Zheng Shuaishuai threw down the subpoena, quickly got up and walked out.

"You...you are a prodigal son!" Zheng Xiaoming pointed at Zheng Shuaishuai's back, trembling all over, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

On the day of the trial, the whole family accompanied Su Jiahe to the court, but Zheng Xiaoming was not present.

"I was wondering why the defendant hasn't come yet. He must have done something wrong and is afraid to show up, right?" Wang Mang said angrily.

"We just contacted the defendant, and he said he couldn't come," the judge said. "His son went abroad for work a few days ago, and we haven't heard from him since. He was devastated, and his condition has worsened. He's lying alone in the hospital."

"Going abroad to work? You can't be going to interview someone." Su Jiahe subconsciously thought that Zheng Shuaishuai was probably deceived into going abroad.

"His son went to Di Country," the judge said. "But I heard that after Mian Country was cleared, many parks were moved to Di Country. I think he's in great danger going there."

"How can a person who even took his father's life-saving money be considered a good person? This is a case of evil being punished." Wang Mang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, the defendant's son is usually idle and addicted to gambling. Almost all the family's money has been used to pay off his gambling debts. The defendant has brought this upon himself by allowing his son to become like this. Since he can't come, let's hold a trial in absentia."

The judge ultimately ordered Zheng Xiaoming to publicly apologize to Su Jiahe and compensate for the losses and legal fees. Zheng Xiaoming was naturally unable to pay compensation, and Su Jiahe did not pursue the matter.

After all, Zheng Shuaishuai's end was his retribution.

The incident was over, and life was peaceful again. But Su Jiahe was even more curious about why Yingying knew Zheng Xiaoming was lying just by looking at him.

One afternoon, Su Jiahe took advantage of Aunt Yang's nap and quietly came to Yingying.

"Sister, play with me." Yingying handed the toy in her hand to Su Jiahe.

During this period, Yingying has been living in Su Jiahe's home. She has made great progress and can actively communicate with others.

"Okay, what does Yingying want to play?" Su Jiahe asked softly.

"I want to play with dolls with my sister." Yingying answered while picking up another doll.

Su Jiahe suddenly discovered that Yingying was very interested in dolls. Although she had other toys, she spent most of her time playing with the dolls.

"Yingying, why do you like dolls?" Su Jiahe asked tentatively.

Yingying stopped what she was doing and tilted her head, as if thinking about something. After a while, she said, "The doll is very simple."

Su Jiahe didn't quite understand Yingying's answer at first.

"Why do you say dolls are simple? Are other toys too complicated and you can't play with them?"

Yingying didn't continue to answer the question, but stared into Su Jiahe's eyes for a long time before finally speaking word by word: "People are too messy."

"It's too messy?" Su Jiahe was even more confused.

Although children's words are always imaginative, this sentence has a different meaning when it comes from Yingying's mouth.

"Where is the mess? Is the house too messy?"

"No." Yingying shook her head vigorously, pointed at Su Jiahe, and then pointed at Aunt Yang, Wang Mang's room and upstairs in turn.

"You're all such a mess."

"Ah? Are we messing around?"

Su Jiahe knew that Yingying referred to all the people living in the villa.

But why did she use the word "chaos" to describe everyone?