"Mom, okay, stop talking."

She still knew it was a bit embarrassing.

The woman patted her hand away, "What can I say? I just looked outside and said that those who greeted Tang Qing gave red envelopes, but the red envelopes were not thick, so I can't tell how much money it is. Am I here to ask? Red envelopes are all given to you based on friendship. Mr. Meng and your cousin's best relationship with his cousin, so he must not give them less. Mr. Meng, do you think so?"

Lao Lei, Lao Gan and others stood up to avoid the woman's first words.

It looks like those who have never read books, so they should avoid it. If they really get involved, they might lose face.

Unfortunately, Meng couldn't avoid it.

The woman was obviously coming for him.

"What I gave was a square inkstone." Mr. Meng said slowly.

In terms of value, the square inkstone is not cheap, and it can be worth at least four or five hundred.

Moreover, that was something that Lao Tang liked. Mr. Meng thought that Lao Tang would like this gift.

However, the woman widened her eyes when she heard this, "What? What is Yifang?"

"Inkstone is the one who grinds the ink." Mr. Meng also explained patiently.

"My mother." The woman immediately patted her thigh and screamed: "What can you do with this thing? You can't eat or drink, and it's not worth the money of the dishes at these tables today! No, I said Mr. Meng, you are wrong, my cousin's house..."

On the other side, Tang Qing had already noticed the movement here, but he didn't hear what they were saying. Someone came upstairs again, so he went upstairs again.

Two children ran over. One of the five or six-year-old boys saw Mr. Meng's crutches and immediately picked them up and ran away, "This is like a horse!"

"No, right, be a sword!"

The two children shouted and made a fuss, waving the cane and making a fuss around several tables.

Mr. Meng was anxious and stood up, "That's not for fun, that's my crutch. Come and return it to me!"

After hearing his words, the two children turned their heads and grimaced at him.

"If you don't pay it back, you won't pay it back!"

As he said that, he waved his crutch again.

Mr. Meng was afraid that they would hurt him, so he said to the woman: "Is that your child?"

"Yes."

"Then you guys quickly let them return the crutches to me!"

The woman looked dissatisfied: "Mr. Meng, isn't it just a crutch? You don't need it now, just lend it to them and play with it."

As soon as the words were finished, the child waving the crutch thud and the crutch in his hand swung to another older child.

The child suddenly started to cry, and he was still covering his head and screaming that it hurt.

The child who hit someone turned pale and quickly threw the crutch at Mr. Meng, "Give it back to you!"

When the crutch was thrown over, he hit Mr. Meng's instep. He was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes, which could not block much force. He hit his toes and caused him to fall back to the sofa.

Lao Lei and his friends couldn't help but look at each other.

This Mr. Tang is really. He finally held a birthday party, so why did he bring so many naughty children?

This is really a mess.

The child who was beaten was from another family, but after all, they were all relatives. After a few urgent questions, the adults found Mr. Meng and came in front of him.

"I said, sir, how could you give the crutches to such a young child? You see, something is wrong now?"
Chapter completed!