Chapter 17 — Staying at Thanh Ba Host

She was holding a stuffed rabbit and sitting on the edge of the bed. When she saw me coming in, her first question was still to ask. "Mom, has cousin gone yet?" I squatted down in front of her. "Almost." "After this, she will never come to our house again." Tieu Man asked softly: "So did she still tell me to steal things?" My heart ached. "No." "What she said was wrong, all the adults know I didn't do anything wrong." Co Tue Cam took that picture over. "Tieu Man, tomorrow you can still continue to watch cartoons." "You can also continue to draw." "This family will not have to change the rules because of unreasonable people." Tieu Man finally nodded. When I walked out, Phuong Dung was brought to the door by the police. She passed me and suddenly stopped. She lowered her voice and said: "Duong Nhan, don't be too happy." "In Lao Qin's hand, there's not only my recording." "There's also what your mother asked my mother to borrow money from." I looked at her. "The money has been paid." The corner of Phuong Dung's mouth curled up. "Paying money is one thing." "And how to write the debt of gratitude is another matter." Before she was taken into the elevator, Lao Qin sent another message. This time it's not sent to Phuong Dung. It was sent to my mother's old phone number. "If you want your bracelet back, tell Duong Nhan to come here alone." "If not, I'll let go of the old story tonight." 16 When she saw that message, my mother's face turned pale. She stared at the screen, her fingers tightening the handle of the old cloth bag. Lam Tranh reached out and pushed the phone to the middle of the table. "Don't answer." The police also spoke up. "Take a screenshot first, save the original message." My mother's lips moved. "I haven't used this phone number for many years." I asked her: "So how did Lao Qin know?" My mother closed her eyes. "That year when I borrowed money, I wrote this phone number on the loan paper." "After I finished paying, I thought this was over." My aunt stood next to me, her crying also stopped. She looked down, as if she had suddenly aged a few years. Phuong Dung was brought to the door by the police. Hearing this sentence, her steps stopped. She turned her head to look at my mother. "Auntie, don't pretend to be innocent like that." "That year, what you signed was not just the loan papers." My mother turned to look at her. "What else do you know?" Phuong Dung smirked. "I know a lot." "When my mother put those papers away, I saw everything." Her voice trembled. "Dung Dung, don't talk nonsense." Phuong Dung sneered. "I said. Is that nonsense?" "So you dare say, on that piece of paper that year there was only thirty thousand written?" Auntie's face became even paler. My heart sank. "Auntie, what does she mean?" She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word. My mother seemed to remember something and suddenly reached out to search in an old cloth bag. She flipped over the transfer receipt and the receipt. But besides these two pieces of paper, there was nothing else in the bag. Her hand stopped. “I once signed a blank receipt.” The living room fell silent in an instant. Lam Tranh frowned. "The receipt is blank?" My mother's voice choked. "At that time, your father had just finished surgery, and my hands couldn't keep up with the capital." "Your wedding money, I don't want to touch it." "I went to my aunt's house to borrow thirty thousand, and she told me that siblings don't need to write official documents." "But your uncle insisted on keeping a document." "He gave me a paper and asked me to sign it, saying that the amount of money would be filled out later by my aunt." come in.” “At that time, I was in a hurry and didn't think much.” Uncle stood at the door, his face suddenly changed. He had always been silent until now, but now he interrupted loudly. "It happened so many years ago, why bring it up again?" Co Tue Cam turned to look at him. "What are you in a hurry for?" Uncle's eyes

evasive. "What do I need?" "I just don't see the need to make relatives enemies." Lam Tranh looked at him. "Is the story that Old Qin mentioned in the past, related to that blank receipt?" Uncle gritted his teeth. "I don't know any Old Qin." Phuong Dung suddenly laughed. "Dad, do you really not know?" He turned his head suddenly. "Shut up." These two words were shouted too fast. So fast that everyone noticed something unusual. The policeman looked at his uncle. "Are you familiar with the person named Qin?" The flesh on his uncle's face twitched. "Not familiar." Phuong Dung stared at him again, in his eyes was the indignation of someone ready to destroy everything. "You are not familiar?" "That year I pawned the bracelet, weren't you the one who took me to Old Tan?" She clung to the wall, almost unable to stand. "What did you say?" Uncle's face completely darkened. "Phuong Dung, are you crazy?" Phuong Dung looked at him with red eyes. "I'm crazy because you forced me to." "At that time, dad said, Duong Nhan's family had money, missing a bracelet wouldn't kill anyone." "Dad said to take the capital first, wait until you have money to redeem it later." "After that, I wanted to redeem, dad said there was no rush." "Are you planning on getting rid of responsibility now?"