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    Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, not expecting to meet each other here. They hadn't seen each other for nearly a week since the last time they broke up.

    ...

    Judging from the current scene, except for the chair that was kicked down, no one should have been injured.

    But think about it, two people who add up to 150 years old. No matter how hot his temper is or how fierce his personality is, it is a bit difficult to splash the starting point of "blood flowers".

    He couldn't help but think of the fighting ability of someone in this room...

    There really is no harm in comparison.

    Yan Zhuo picked up a chair and sat down, and asked chatteringly, "What's wrong? Grandpas."

    "It's nothing," an old man with reading glasses grunted heavily, pointing to another uncle who was bald to the brim. "He stole from me."

    The surname of the uncle who accused others of stealing was Qi, and the surname of the accused was Li.

    Now that Uncle Li was accused of stealing, he stared at him and kicked his legs. He stood up and said indignantly, "What did I steal from you? Where's the evidence?"

    "You stole my radio!" Master Qi also stood up.

    "It was given to me by Jin Jiao!"

    "That's what I gave Jin Jiao!"

    ...

    Seeing that the atmosphere became tense again, it was almost time to sharpen the knife in the next second.

    Yan Zhuo hurriedly persuaded peace in the middle: "Calm down, calm down—"

    But the spark between the two has already ignited, and if you don't pay attention, you will run high and you will not be able to calm down.

    Seeing the scene get out of control again...

    Suddenly they heard a "bang", and a sharp loud noise cut through the house, like a splash of cold water pouring down, and they instantly stopped the fists they were about to throw.

    Yan Zhuo glanced at the person who made the sound - Song Yan.

    He just sat there, aura that couldn't be ignored. Beside him were scattered vases torn apart.

    Another huge sum. Yan Zhuo thought.

    He let out a sigh, and the two old men slumped down and sat down slowly.

    Yan Zhuo asked Uncle Li, "You said just now that Grandma Jin Jiao gave it to you?"

    "Otherwise?" After speaking, Uncle Li was about to stand up again excitedly, but was held down by the nurse.

    He said, "I didn't steal and I didn't rob it. It was given to me by someone. I used it honestly. What's wrong!"

    Uncle Qi spat at him, "Hey, let me tell you—you're all in your early 80s. It's shameful to say such unfortunate remarks. Don't be ashamed."

    "I..." Uncle Li caressed his chest, panting heavily, as if he was very angry, "You are young, you are two years younger than me, how proud you are!"

    Yan Zhuo's heart trembled, afraid that the other party would push him over. He hurriedly said: "Grandpa Li, please put out the fire, don't get too excited, this is just a misunderstanding."

    "Misunderstanding? What is the misunderstanding, this is stealing." Grandpa Qi said, "Xiaoyan, you judge, the things I bought with money, does the ownership belong to me!"

    Yan Zhuo has a big head, and he is not a judge, so how can he manage such a thing. Radios are sent around, and whatever choice is made, it's biased.

    "Let's do it..." Yan Zhuo suggested, "Uncle Li, why don't you return the radio to Grandma Jin. If you return it to the original owner, no one will be hurt."

    Uncle Li raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why? What Jin Jiao gave me is mine!"

    After all, he tried his best to cover the radio in his arms, as if someone would take it away.

    Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile. As people get older, they become more and more naive. Uncle Li's expressions and actions are like those of children who were robbed of food when they were young, and they are quite cute.

    But cute is cute, things still have to be resolved.

    Yan Zhuo had an idea, took out his mobile phone, and said as if unintentionally, "Well then, I'll call Grandma Jin and ask her to come up and say that because of her, you guys started fighting."

    Uncle Li said, "Fuck! It's obviously because of the radio!"

    Yan Zhuo raised her eyebrows: "Okay... let's just say, it's because of her radio."

    He deliberately emphasized the word "she".

    Yan Zhuo had already called out the phone and deliberately showed a circle in front of the two old men.

    Uncle Qi made a "tsk" and said in a discussion, "It's not so good, Xiaoyan, you have to trouble others." He paused, "It would be embarrassing to dial the phone."

    Yan Zhuo shrugged innocently, pointed to the radio, and said, "But the culprit must always be resolved."

    When Uncle Li heard the words, he quickly put the radio on the ground, and the treasures that were fighting with each other just now became a hot potato in an instant. He said: "It's solved, it's solved. I'll just return the culprit to Lao Qi."

    Unsurprisingly, Grandma Jin's name is very useful, Yan Zhuo raised the corners of his lips: "Master Qi, what do you think?"

    "I feel good……"

    "That's alright," Yan Zhuo said, "then this matter will be turned over. You two should not have conflicts over this radio and destroy the harmony and order here. If there is another time—"

    He paused and threatened, "I really called Grandma Jin here."

    Uncle Li was impatient, waved his hand and said, "I know, I know..."

    Yan Zhuo didn't say more, he thought about it and suggested, "Then you two should shake hands and make peace."

    It's okay to make a deal, and then we need to shake hands... The two old men are so dry that they can't do this. They just clapped each other's palms, even if the conflict is resolved, when they see each other, they are still a good man.

    After letting go, Uncle Li asked Yan Zhuo, "Is that all right?"

    Great world peace.

    Yan Zhuo said, "Okay."

    After the two elderly people were dealt with, they each left, and the room became silent for a while. Yan Zhuo walked to Song Yan. He kicked the broken vase at his feet and said with emotion, "You're going to lose money."

    "Ok."

    Yan Zhuo asked, "Why did you knock over the vase just now?"

    Song Yan said concisely: "trouble"

    "..."

    Uh, this reason is very Song Yan.

    Yan Zhuo said: "Actually, you can push down the stool, it's simple and rude, and you don't need to pay compensation."

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