25 Unlucky Ones

They hadn't reached the supply and marketing cooperative yet when they saw a crowd of people gathered on the road ahead.

"...He's a liar, someone please call the police for me.

I don't know him at all; I am the daughter of the Textile Factory Director, not this man's niece..."

Qin Suqing struggled to break free but could not loosen the grip of the man holding her arm; her expression grew panicked.

The man's eyes flickered with a cold glint, yet his face showed sorrow, and he said earnestly,

"My dear niece, it's right that you want to live a good life, but you can't just deny your parents.

Running away from home doesn't sound good; it's not good for you either.

Come back home with your uncle, your parents may be poor but they treasure you, putting you first in everything.

They have made you beautiful clothes, they have spent money to find you a job.

Dahua, one can't lose their conscience! You could be struck by lightning..."