Ye Shu was cleaning up the remains of the TV. When he saw him, he suddenly smiled and said, "How are they going to compensate for this TV?"
Kong Jie's face instantly turned darker.
What can he say? That he has never made love to the other party? Or that he admits that his sister broke the TV?
"Nier, tell the truth, did you make this TV?" Kong Jie closed the door and asked.
"No! Brother, it was her child who did it! You don't believe me! I'll beat her up!" Kong Ni threw the buns on the cleaned floor, stood up and rushed out.
"Stop!" Kong Jie's face was dark and he shouted in a suppressed voice.
Kong Ni was a little scared and stood still.
"Clean the floor!" Kong Jie said solemnly.
But Kong Ni turned to Ye Shu who was watching the show and said, "I'm talking about you! Clean the floor!"
Kong Jie raised his head angrily and shouted: "I'm talking about you!"
"Oh..." Kong Ni walked over slowly, took the broom in Ye Shu's hand, and scratched the ground.
The fillings of the buns were spread out all over the place, and even after scanning several times, they didn't even get into the buns. It looked like he was not a regular worker.
"Who did the housework at home before?" Kong Jie suddenly asked.
His mother kept telling him that Ye Shu did nothing at home, she was just a wealthy lady who knew nothing, and she and Kong Ni did all the housework.
He had never doubted that when she first married Ye Shu, she really didn't know how to do it, and he was doing all the work.
"Of course my mother and I are doing it!" Kong Ni answered quickly and loudly, holding a broom.
"Ha." Ye Shu sneered back and sat down on the chair: "Then you should wash the dishes today."
"Why should I do it?" Kong Ni blurted out.
Ye Shu looked at Kong Jie and sneered again.
Kong Jie lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
"It was said downstairs that your sister-in-law cooks for you every day?" Kong Jie asked again.
Kong Ni opened her mouth and whispered: "Sometimes she is lazy, so she just buys me a steamed bun to fool me. Besides, she is my sister-in-law, what's wrong with cooking me a meal?"
Kong Jie lowered his head even further. He believed his mother when she said that Ye Shu couldn't cook. Every time he came home on vacation, it was his mother who cooked.
"They said downstairs that you ask her children to come up every day to eat and drink, deliberately causing damage?" Kong Jie asked.
"Let's talk downstairs! Why do you believe everything downstairs! You're still not my brother! How could I have so many bad thoughts! Wuwuwu~" Connie ran into her room crying and threw the door behind her.
Door.
"Haha." Ye Shu sneered again.
The room became completely quiet.
Suddenly, Ye Shu asked again: "Are you not going to pay for this TV?"
"Compensate, compensate, compensate, compensate, how can we not compensate?" Kong Jie adjusted his expression, sat next to Ye Shu, and said somewhat flatteringly: "Let's compensate our aunt ourselves for this TV."
"Should we pay?" Ye Shu turned to look at him: "Why should we pay? Your sister broke it, why should we pay?"