Chapter 95: Face-Slapping

In the afternoon, Broly and the others did not go out wandering aimlessly, but ordered some desserts and fruits, and in the private room of Guihua Fang, took out playing cards and started playing a game of Old Maid.

Leone felt it was somewhat subtle; she had thought her job was just being a guide, but now it seemed she also had to do the work of a playmate.

Of course, acting as a playmate for a group of child customers wasn't bad either; even if this part had no pay, just the lunch at noon had already been worth the ticket price.

"Yay, I'm out of cards!"

Black Pupil drew the Two of Spades, directly ending her own card game.

The ones still playing Old Maid in the room were now only Broly, Red Pupil, and Leone, three people.

【These two people, are they too easy to tell which card in their hand is the Old Maid?】

Broly and Red Pupil each had three cards in hand; whenever the person drawing a card moved their hand toward the Old Maid, both their faces would show a relaxed expression, but as long as the hand moved to any other card, they would also in perfect unison make a move of holding their breath.

In the current showdown, Leone did not doubt in the slightest that if she drew all her cards and left early, these two would definitely be able to play the game of Old Maid until the end of time.

"It's my turn to draw a card."

Leone said this, and under the condition of the girl's complexion being relaxed, easily drew the Old Maid from Red Pupil's hand.

Leone deliberately put on an ugly expression on her face, and placed her unshuffled hand cards in front of Broly.

Broly is not blind; he decisively drew the other card, then cleared another card from his hand, and after passing the remaining two cards to Red Pupil, Red Pupil also, based on the change in his complexion, rapidly cleared a card from her hand.

"Yay~"

After several rounds of drawing cards, Red Pupil left the game a step ahead, leaving only Broly and Leone still in the showdown.

And under Leone's intentional play, no matter how the boy shuffled the cards behind his back, she always drew the final Old Maid.

"I lost!"

Finally, the card game ended with Broly's face showing a happy expression and Leone's face showing a helpless expression, in her defeat.

Being a playmate, one must always be a bit professional; letting the Little Boss play happily is the embodiment of Leone's professional quality.

This kind of game continued until evening; after Broly and the others ordered a full table of dishes and everyone ate a hearty meal, it was only then considered over.

"Miss Hill, we're preparing to go home with you; when do you get off work?"

"Ah, from now until getting off work, there are still three hours."

"No problem; since the customers want to go home with you to get clothes, you leaving a bit early is fine."

Today, just Broly and the others booking the private room for half a day brought a turnover more than thirty times the normal daily turnover of this private room on ordinary days.

Therefore, the Guihua Fang Boss generously allowed his own scatterbrained employee to leave early; even the early leave application of the steamed-bun-hair girl who used the excuse of being afraid Hill would mess things up and planned to leave early together was also permitted at the same time.

Everyone followed Hill home.

In the courtyard, Hill's mother, upon seeing her daughter return so early, revealed a look of shock on her face.

"Hill, did you skip work?"

"No, the Store Manager allowed me to leave early."

"Then who are these children?"

"They are customers of the shop."

"How did you bring customers home?"

The woman was somewhat confused, pulling her daughter to the side to ask.

"Mom, the piece of clothing you have to keep is that of the very first little customer."

Hill explained to her mother.

"They came to get the clothing back?"

The woman frowned, looking at her daughter with some dislike, as if blaming her for not handling this matter well.

"That piece of clothing is very precious; my money is not enough to compensate."

Hill told the truth.

"You've worked for more than half a year, and the family hasn't taken all your money; where did all your money go?"

The woman's complexion became even more displeased.

"Sorry, I used a part of it to buy books."

Hill lowered her head; reading is her hobby, she spent some money on buying books.

Of course, most of it was still spent on the family; for example, the jewelry bought for her mother, the tobacco pipe bought for her father, were all relatively expensive.

"Spending money lavishly, don't you know how to save money?" The woman lectured her daughter a sentence; perhaps thinking of the jewelry her daughter had given before, her expression eased slightly.

"How much money is still short for that clothing?"

"Twenty-seven million nine thousand six hundred yuan."

"How much?"

The woman's pitch directly rose an octave.

"Mom, the matter is like this......"

Hill, using the most simple words, repeated the clothing story she heard at noon.

"They are lying, this is stealing money, extortion!"

And Hill's mother also made the same reaction as the steamed-bun-hair girl.

"Auntie, as long as the clothing is returned, then it's no problem."

The one who spoke was Hua Ling, who, worried that Hill might have a problem, applied for early leave together and followed along.

"Who are you?"

"Mom, this is my best friend, and also a colleague in the shop."

Hill introduced her best friend to her mother.

"Your friend?"

The woman was somewhat doubtful, seemingly not believing her daughter could really make friends outside.

"Auntie, now's not the time for this, you have to return the customer's clothes."

Hua Ling urged.

"This couldn't be a scheme you cooked up for my daughter just to get back the clothes you gave my son, could it?"

The woman looked at the steamed bun hair girl with some suspicion.

"How could that be possible?!"

Hua Ling's eyes widened.

"How is it impossible? My daughter couldn't think up this kind of thing."

The woman seemed to truly think so, but couldn't flare up at an outsider, so she turned to look at her daughter in front of her and started lecturing her.

"Hill, Mom's told you many times, you have to yield to your little brother some, your little brother really likes that piece of clothing, if you take the clothes away and he cries and makes a fuss and gets sad, is that the situation you want to see?"

Hill: "..."

Being wrongly accused was something she was used to, but when it happened again.

For some reason, she really wanted to hide back in her room and read.

"Hey, you there, the idea for your daughter to come back and demand the clothes was mine."

Broly suddenly inserted himself into the conversation.

"You think I'd believe that?"

The woman looked over, raised an eyebrow, and said.

"You're questioning me?"

"So what if I question you?"

Since Broly and the others were just a group of kids, the oldest looking to be only about the same age as her own daughter, the woman didn't take them seriously at all.

"Smack—"

But the next instant, this woman's face took a slap.

Her whole person fell to the ground, somewhat dazed, with some blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

"You hit me?"

Feeling the burning spicy pain on her face, the woman looked somewhat disbelievingly at the boy who had suddenly appeared before her, then glared at him angrily.

"This slap is just to tell you, don't question my words. If you still don't believe, I'll hit your other cheek.

Of course, I'll hold back my strength and won't smash your head. But before you believe me, believe your daughter, I won't stop the action of hitting your face."

(Chapter End)