"Yeah, Xiao Tian, this time you really did something wrong. Thankfully you didn't scratch or dent their car; otherwise, even selling your uncle's car wash wouldn't be enough to compensate!"
"Right, right, Xiao Tian, you can't do this again in the future. If you'd really damaged it, your cousin wouldn't know how to explain it to his classmate!"
"He Tian, I'm telling you, this is the first time and it will be the last—"
In a very ordinary living room, the decor around was still in the style of over a decade ago, looking somewhat old-fashioned.
A pair of middle-aged men and women in their forties or fifties sat on an equally outdated fabric sofa, and a young person, probably in their twenties, sat on a sectional piece of the couch.
Judging by their appearance, as well as the intimate tone of their conversation, Tiantian, who just pulled up a chair to sit on the side, deduced that these three were probably a family of three.
Oh ho!
Was this a three-person tribunal?
