Qiao Hongye did not agree with Jiang Xia. She knew that the tea house had nothing to do with this. The best way to deal with it was to admit her mistake.
Moreover, now was the best chance to admit his mistake. Jiang Wensheng had been taken away, leaving the widow and orphan in the tea house. They could cry or kneel, or they could do whatever they wanted. There were many men among these people, so they would more or less show some sympathy. At that time, they might be able to turn a big matter into a small matter, and they would not have to pay much money.
But now, Jiang Xia, this idiot who only knew how to drag them down, actually said such low-level words. He was simply looking for trouble!
"Little brother, you said there's no problem, right? That was good! If the police find out that it's related to the things they took away, then you'll have to kneel down and apologize on the street! Can you do it?"
