"Leave? Yang Caiyun, you ungrateful wretch, you think it's that simple? You and this dog are even hitting people. You can't leave today unless you pay a couple hundred thousand." The old lady shouted angrily.
She was full of self-justification.
Seeing this, Yang Caiyun shook her head helplessly, at a loss for words.
"Who called the police?"
At that moment, the police arrived.
Two officers came in and immediately looked at Chen Yang, asking who called them.
"It was me."
Chen Yang stood forward directly.
"What happened?" the police asked.
"These two caused trouble in my shop and wouldn't leave," Chen Yang pointed at the old lady unceremoniously.
Hearing this, the police immediately looked at the old lady and then Yang Zhiyong, who was clutching his stomach and wailing.
Just as they were about to ask what was happening, the old lady suddenly started to cry injustice.
