"What can I do? It was Liu Wangcai who was wrong in the first place. It's only right for me to deal with him.
Anyway, I've said it here. I won't return the money, nor will I admit any fault. If you aren't embarrassed for Brother, go ahead and tell others. It doesn't matter to me."
Mu Zhenzhen, with an attitude of a dead pig not fearing scalding water, said to Mr. Mu, then grabbed the rouge and clothes she bought and left the main hall.
"Zhenzhen, you haven't even had dinner yet, where are you going?"
Old Mrs. Mu followed behind Mu Zhenzhen, asking with concern, but Mu Zhenzhen couldn't be bothered to respond.
She wasn't even hungry. Before returning, she had eaten a big bowl of pork noodles in town, and the taste of pork was still fresh in her mouth, making her feel extremely comfortable!
Mr. Mu's body trembled uncontrollably. Mu Zhenzhen's words had hit a sore spot for him. It took him quite a while to recover.
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