Chapter 650: Camera is broken

Behind them stood two other men, one of them very short, a bit like Yang Qiulu between their eyebrows, it was self-evident who they were.
The other was born extremely fat and tall, and looked somewhat deterrent.
A few photographers followed.
When everyone saw this, they looked at each other first, Yang Qiulu's mother stood up first: "Yang Qiulu, tell her to come out!"
Sister Ling's eyes became bigger and bigger: "Not here!"
"You are bluffing my old lady!"
Yang Qiulu's mother akimbo her hips and screams: "I saw you hid that little in your house. You must call her out to me today!"
The photographer behind whispered: "Auntie, we are recording, you better not swear."
Seeing such a splashy image, it will become irrational by then.
Feng Xiangli's expression changed, and she immediately calmed down a bit: "Call out Yang Qiulu, we can tell her something."
Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu's parents and was very angry. If Qiao Jin didn't let her take action at will, he would be able to teach these people to doubt life on the spot.
Sister Ling snorted coldly: "No, what do you think? This is my old lady's house. Be careful my old lady calls the police!"
"Don't talk nonsense with her, Yang Qiulu is inside, Mom, go get her out! People can wait!"
The little young boy behind her spoke, just looking at Qiao Jin's body, and finally swallowed his saliva.
The gaze made people uncomfortable. Before Qiao Jin could speak, Meng Chengyu jumped into thunder: "Look at your mother! I dug your eyes!"
She didn't know what was going on, she felt that it would be a very serious defilement for such people to see Qiao Jin.
That kind of rage made her wish to dig out Yang Qiulu's brother's eyeballs on the spot.
Her curse was shocking.
What a delicate girl, scolding people... Zhenni Mahu.
Sister Ling was shocked.
Younger brother Yang Qiulu was so scared that he hid behind his mother.
Seeing her son being murdered, Feng Xiangli of course couldn't help it anymore, "You little bitch, you scold-woo woo woo -"
She just cursed, and found that she could not speak.
Meng Chengyu put his hand behind his back, squeezing it secretly, controlling Feng Xiangli.
Qiao Jin patted her hand, and she let it go unwillingly.
Feng Xiangli spoke well and suddenly seemed to be pinched. The power of control was so obvious that she took a step or two backwards with a little horror.
Others are somewhat inexplicable.
The photographer is carrying the camera. Although he is not interested in the tearing, the situation in front of him is also terrible. What is the relationship between these two girls and Yang Qiulu.
When the photographer was working hard, he suddenly saw that the photographic lens in front of him was cracking little by little.
Like glass shattered, spider patterns appeared.
That lens broke all at once.
The photographer was stunned and even howled.
Damn it, a one camera is hundreds of thousands ah ah ah ah ah ah! !
The message from the station, if it breaks, you will pay for it! !
The key is why it broke suddenly?
The photographer looked dumbfounded, and Qiao Jin showed a faint smile at the crowd: "Could you please let me? We are leaving now."
She walked up to Feng Xiangli very gracefully and stretched out her hand: "Where is Yang Qiulu's ID card?"