Playing dirty?
Would it work?
Zhou Tao was not the first person to play dirty with Xiao Yu.
Nor could he possibly be the last.
But Xiao Yu would make him understand that playing dirty did not work on him.
What a shame. Neither father nor son has watched my livestreams or knows anything about me. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare act so overbearing.
"Zhou Tao, since you're so certain your son didn't rob her, that means you saw his every move and trust him completely, right?"
With someone like this, Xiao Yu could not even be bothered to add "Mr."
"Of course. My son didn't rob her," Zhou Tao said emphatically.
Xiao Yu nodded. "In that case, you should know better than anyone what your son has on him and how much money he's carrying, right?"
Zhou Tao hesitated slightly but still nodded. "Of course."
"Then tell me, how much money should he have on him?"
Zhou Tao froze for a moment, then his eyes shifted as he sneered. "Why should I tell you?"
The single word "scram" had nearly scared Zhou Chen out of his wits earlier. Now that he had recovered, he snickered. "I've got 200 yuan my dad gave me in my pocket. I was going to buy some stuff at the supermarket. What, punk, you got a problem with that?"
Zhou Tao hurriedly said, "That's right, exactly 200 yuan."
Xiao Yu remained calm and unruffled, his manner indifferent, as though he had not heard the provocation at all.
But the neighbors around them could not stand it. "Little bastard. So young, and lies just roll off his tongue."
"Like father, like son. His dad knows perfectly well what he did, yet he's lying through his teeth!"
"Heh, let's see how Master Xiao deals with this father