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After learning about the unscrupulous reporter's home, Zeren hurried over, he was not good at breaking out in front of the child, but now he was the only one, and he had to reason with the reporter.

Shota's home is not too far from the izakaya, so it didn't take much time to rush back, and when he returned to the izakaya and said hello to the old man Yingshou, he came to the fifth floor non-stop, in order to give her a big fight as soon as possible, he didn't even wait for the elevator, and rushed directly to the fifth floor in one go.

Coming to the door of room 513, Zeren raised his hand and knocked on the door hard, as early as when he came here, he used the wind to detect that there were people in the room, otherwise he would not have bothered to knock on the door, if there was no one inside, he would have to go to the newspaper office to find someone, so many newspapers did not know where they were.

Fortunately, this cub was unlucky, but at home.

After waiting for a long time, the door opened lightly, and the woman inside looked out, and when she saw Zeren with a gloomy face standing at the door, she asked.

"What's the matter with you?" She didn't panic about a gloomy person like him, she had seen a lot, and the first thing she saw when she went to work every day was the boring face of her editor-in-chief, and her gloomy face day by day was like who owed him 1.8 million.

There are still many interviews when some of the interviewees will be like this, anyway, she is not afraid of offending people as a reporter, of course, there are only a few such reporters as pure beginners, and there are still those with a conscience.

"Do you have any idea about a twelve-year-old kid stealing? Obviously he shouldn't be like this at his age, he will do this, only someone else will teach him..."

Zeren's eyes were quick, and her right foot stretched forward and got stuck in the crack of the door, so that she couldn't close the door that could give her shelter.

"Someone, trespassing, indecent assault, robbery!"

As long as she makes a lot of noise, as long as she attracts enough people, then in the current situation, she is definitely the biggest winner, but one thing she thinks wrong, she is not facing ordinary people.

"I think you should know that a kid named Shota shouldn't have been stealing, so can you tell me why?"

Chun Chusheng felt a little numb in her arm, she didn't understand why this was happening, why no one had come for so long, obviously the old man of the Izakaya arrived the fastest every time he appeared, why didn't there be any movement this time?

She couldn't help but panic a little, she couldn't withstand Zeren's pressure and kept retreating, but her brain didn't shut down because of this, but became more active, as a reporter, it is a very basic thing to master the skills that can get out at any time.

In the midst of her thoughts, she had already thought of a countermeasure, wasn't it just for a child, as long as she said that he was helpless, she still had this ability.

Chun Chusheng instantly became upright, faced Zeren's oppressive force, and said: "Aren't you here for that little child, I will find a way for him to solve the difficulties in life, what is wrong with me? I didn't let him thank me, and it was already good!".

Very good, as a counter-attacker, Fang Chun got the initiative as soon as he first asked, and many people don't know how to refute this sentence, after all, she didn't mention the fact that she instigated Xiang to steal too much, but embellished it, and people who don't know the truth may have doubts about themselves.

But Zeren came with the truth, so every word she said was in and out of her left ear, and she didn't listen to it at all, she just wanted to pile up blood anger and then release her ultimate skill.

"Your so-called help to him is to instigate him to steal?Don't you know how much of an impact this can have on a child?" Zeren directly pointed to the topic, not giving her a chance to steal the concept, and now the blood rage is stacking wildly.

In the face of Zeren's offensive, Chun Chusheng took a step back, but quickly thought of a rhetoric, she didn't think it was wrong, as long as no one saw it, it wasn't a crime.

"Instigation? Are you mistaken? He did it voluntarily! I just saw that he had difficulty and provided him with a way!" "

Chun Chusheng's sentence has a strong sense of resistance, and counterattacks by concealing part of the facts, so that people will in turn wonder if the child has deceived him, after all, normal people generally think that what a child who steals is true.

If this sentence is replaced by ordinary people, it may be retreating, after all, thinking about it in a normal person's mind, it will basically feel that what she said also has some truth.

But the child's heart is innocent, the child will not lie, the child who lies is a sign of uneducated, since he can lie, can he think that he is the only one left in the family?

Shota is not such a child, he can still distinguish the good and bad of a person, even if his own judgment is wrong, but the will of the earth will help him, but the time is limited.

"Am I one percent wrong, and that little bastard isn't ninety-nine percent wrong!"

But at this moment, Zeren's blood anger was already stacked, and he stepped forward and shouted, "What?!, you shrew!!"

He raised his right hand and slapped her face fiercely, only to hear a crisp sound, and a red slap mark appeared on Chun Chusheng's face, and the power contained in it directly fanned her to the ground.

"You hit me?!" Chun Chusheng covered his face and looked at him in disbelief.

"What? you want to have a samurai duel with me?!" In

the next room, Jana, who had already gotten up, was coming out of the bathroom after washing, and heard the sound from next door, and faintly with the screams of someone, and silently took a few steps back.

Cana: What's going on? The

situation in the next room is somewhat brutal,

so I won't broadcast it here.

As soon as the picture turned, it was on the street of the old era, Shota was sitting at the door of his house, looking at the street in the distance, and the crowds coming and going did not make his heart fluctuate.

It was something he had to do every day, just sitting here waiting for his father to come back.

But soon, dusk had arrived, and there were no more people on the street in the distance, as if at this moment, the whole street fell into dead silence, but in fact, it was not, but the people on this street had different schedules from those sitting in the offices outside.

Today was another fruitless day.

Shota thought so in his heart, he got up and was about to go back to the house, grandma is old and has difficulty moving, so he is responsible for the daily life and rest, except for important guests coming to the door, because grandma thinks it is polite to guests.

Just as he was lost, a figure appeared again on the street in the distance, the man was carrying a duffel bag, and when he approached, Shota saw his appearance clearly, and his face had a beard after years.

Although his father's appearance in his memory was a little blurry, he was sure that from the first time he saw it, he was sure that this was his father.

It won't be wrong, it will definitely not be wrong, although the appearance in his memory has been blurred, but the heart that misses his father has given him a strong response.

It's close, it's close, Shota can't see his face clearly, it's his own father, it's his own father!

"

Shota couldn't suppress his excitement and shouted, his eyes were already filled with tears, and when he saw the man on the other side with a smile on his face and opened his arms to himself, Shota ran over crying.

The two were only 100 meters apart, and Shota used the fastest speed in his life to jump into his father's arms at once.

"Dad, you're finally back, I miss you so much!" Shota

was picked up and held in his father's arms, and at this moment the duffel bag in his hand seemed to have no weight, and with a happy smile on his face, he held his son and spun around in a circle.

"Oh, my good son, I miss you too, let Lao Tzu hug me. "