Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 372: Who are you to say that?

The increasingly shrill sounds of discussion have drilled into Bonnie's ears.

It's a lie to say you don't care.

But if she were to freak out now, or explain or whatever, she would be playing right into Charles' hands.

Because the more she gives a reaction, the more these people will feel that she is annoyed and is trying to cover up.

So it's better to be silent.

Bonnie just thinks of herself as a deaf person and stands motionless.

But she was so calm, but the four youngsters who were still in line were already angry.

Meow, dare to bully mommy, this uncle, really ate the bear's heart and leopard's guts!

"Let's go get him!" little Joanna's fists were clenched.

Erika agrees, "Or I'd shave his Mediterranean haircut and change his qi so he'd be a downer until his hair grows back."

"Yes yes." little Joanna nodded her head desperately, indicating that this was a great idea.

That's when Lukas stepped forward and reminded his two sisters with a stern face, "Erika and Joanna, you're only five years old, how can you hold a grudge like that?" Such a little girl, is not beautiful oh!

Hearing this, the two little girls' round cheeks wrinkled into a ball of worry, "Then what should we do, we can't hold a grudge, don't we clean up this bad guy?" "Stupid sister," Lukas raised his hand and petted his sisters' heads, "we don't hold grudges because, if there is a grudge, we have to avenge it on the spot!" When the words landed, Lukas looked to Andrew next to him, "Andrew, is it done?"

Andrew's cool, cold little face didn't have half a superfluous expression, directly exited the page on his phone and gave a hint, "It's already here." The four youngsters turned their heads to look over and saw a heavily made-up woman rushing up to Charles.

Hugging Charles's thigh, Ow started to howl.

The voice was so loud that it almost made the eardrums of a few passers-by shattered.

"You bastard, have you gotten the money or not? I can't hide my stomach anymore, are you still going to marry me?" The woman cried out.

Charles was confused, "No, who are you, and when did I say I wanted to marry you?"

"You still want to pretend, right?" The woman snorted coldly, "Ye, weren't you the one who said that you were going to deliberately come and target your nephew-in-law today, and then get a paparazzi reporter to come and take pictures, and then your nephew-in-law will have to pay to set things right, and then you'll get the money?"

"When did I say that!" Charles was practically dying of impatience.

Who the hell is this woman!

Charles hurriedly tried to clear the connection.

But at this time, I don't know who yelled out in the crowd that there was a doggie, and everyone's eyes turned in unison to the nearby grass.

As expected, they found two men inside carrying cameras and wearing small army green vests.

This dress, this line, that is not a paparazzi reporter, they do not believe ah.

The evidence was overwhelming, and the accusations of the crowd instantly changed, "Oh my God, I didn't expect this person to go so far, to turn right and wrong upside down for money." "That's right, I always thought Annie was a good mommy and a completely different person than the kind of person he said she was."

"Almost got fooled by him, it's disgusting, people like that go to hell when they die."

In just a few moments, public opinion fell on Charles, and the spittle could almost drown him.

Charles one bite is no match for many mouths and was instantly defeated.

The most critical thing is that he wanted to escape, the face painted like putty woman still dragged him, forcing him to continue to be scolded raw. Charles is cracking up.

"Shut up, who are you people to talk about him like that?" At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, milking fiercely and fiercely.

Charles turned his head, his eyes bursting with surprise, "Little Joanna?"