PFC Chapter 28 It's Not Her
Chapter 28 It's Not Her
"Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy is here and he will protect us." The child's mother's eyes also turned red. While coaxing the baby, she glared at her useless husband.
The man was provoked by this, rolled up his sleeves, stepped out of the door, and looked aggressive.
Anjiu became alert and clenched his fists at his sides to prevent the other party from suddenly rushing over and attacking him.
Most of the people living on the 28th floor are above the poverty line. They are not too wealthy, but they can eat two meals a day and their bodies are not lacking in nutrition, so their height will naturally keep up.
He stood in front of Anjiu, with his chin almost touching his chest, and only then could he see the top of his head which was just at the level of his ribs.
A head of dry, yellow hair, standing up straight into the sky.
Especially when the girl looked up at him, the pair of big eyes on her thin face stood out so much, coupled with her pointed chin, she looked so thin.
"What do you want to do?"
The man looked at her fists that were defending in front of her, and then looked at his own fists that were bigger than her face. Somehow he found it a little funny, and suddenly felt that he was a coward. How could he bully a hungry little girl?
To put it more realistically, he might be found starved to death in bed by the administrator one day, so why would he do such a sin?
"Don't let me see you again, go away."
The man crossed his arms, frowned deeply, and made a ferocious expression.
Anjiu didn't want to cause trouble at all. Without strengthening herself, it was safest to develop slowly. She simply trotted past the other person.
"Honey! She even stole our baby's lollipop!"
The moment the child's mother's voice appeared, Anjiu immediately bent down to avoid the hand that was grabbing the back of his neck.
But she was, after all, an uninvited guest on the 28th floor, a sixth-class citizen who was absolutely unwelcome to the other party. No matter how she explained, in the other party's ears and cognition, they would only extract the information they wanted, and then forcibly twist it into the result they wanted.
There is no point in talking any more, it is better to just run away.
As soon as Anjiu made a move, the men from other rooms rushed out, blocked the road, and forcibly stopped her.
"You are so young and you have no intention of learning your lesson. How dare you steal things from children?"
"When you were a child you stole needles, and when you grew up you stole gold. Today I must teach you a lesson!"
"The group should properly manage these sixth-class citizens. How can they let them run around freely?"
Amid the noise, more and more people gathered together, watching the fun and not minding any trouble. Some people clamored for Anjiu to take out everything in his pocket for inspection.
"I'll give you one last chance. Take it yourself! Otherwise, you'll be accused of bullying children."
Anjiu, who became the target of public criticism, had no other choice but to empty his pocket under everyone's eyes.
When the mother saw her clenched fists, her face flushed like a victorious general, and her spirits were at least three times stronger than before.
"If I catch her red-handed, I will definitely take her to see the administrator and ask them to change the hive system and make the level division more clear! How can someone who is used to stealing come to the 28th floor so easily?!"
"Some of us never lock our doors. If something is really lost in someone's house in the future, will we suspect each other, or will anyone be able to catch the real thief?"
"If you ask me, it should be like the 12th floor. No one can cross the line without permission! Who of you supports my idea? Raise your hands, and we'll go find the administrator now!"
The child's mother spoke louder and louder. She raised her hand high and looked around at the people around her, silently signaling them to agree with her.
Under the created atmosphere, many people were convinced by her argument of highlighting one thing and criticizing the other.
Yes, why do people below the 12th floor need permission to enter, but they don't need permission from the 13th to the 29th floor? You know, not only do fifth-class citizens live here, but there are also excellent third-class citizens!
How can the lowest class of sixth-class citizens be allowed in so easily?
Although I haven't seen many such cases, this kind of system should not exist!
"I heard someone is looking for me?" A female voice interrupted forcefully.
The scene suddenly became quiet. The people who had been extremely excited just now fell silent and turned around to look at the person who came.
They simultaneously stepped back to both sides, leaving a path. A middle-aged woman with a fluffy wool on her head walked slowly towards them, leaning on a cane.
The administrator looked around at everyone with a gentle gaze, which finally fell on Anjiu, who shouldn't be here.
She picked up her cane and knocked it on the ground, making a loud thud.
"You guys, let her go. Now that I'm here, the matter will be resolved satisfactorily. Who can tell me what's going on?"
Everyone turned their attention to the mother of the child who was mentioned as the happiest.
The administrator naturally understood everything, and his gentle voice remained unchanged: "Since everyone is looking at you, you can speak."
"This..." The child's mother licked her lips and looked at her husband for help. Even the child in her arms said nothing when he saw the kind-looking administrator. He hugged his mother's neck tightly and buried his little face in it quietly.
Her husband straightened his back and encouraged her: "Don't be afraid. The manager is the fairest and will not punish anyone for no reason. Just tell the truth and don't hide anything."
The manager smiled faintly and said nothing.
The child's mother was encouraged, and she repeated everything that had just happened, talking like spitting out beans.
"The lollipop was stolen?" The manager's eyes fell on Anjiu, "Is what she said true?"
Being looked at by those eyes that seemed calm but were actually full of oppression, it was as if a towering wall was slowly pressing down on me, making me very nervous.
Anjiu shook his head, "No, I didn't steal anyone's things."
"What are you doing here?" the administrator continued to ask.
"Buy gloves at the Cailutong store."
"Can you show it to me?"
Although it was a question, the manager's expression said that it could not be refused.
An Jiu readily agreed, "Of course."
She pulled a pair of woolen gloves from her pocket, each of which had a piece missing from it.
The administrator only took a quick look and said with a smile, "Boss Zhang is still selling this kind of defective product? It seems that the punishment last time was not severe enough."
An Jiu didn't want to get involved, but considering that he might have to buy things from Boss Zhang later, if he was wrongly fined for this, he would be blacklisted, so he took the initiative to explain: "This is not a defective product. Gloves with exposed fingertips are very helpful for my work."
Perhaps he didn't expect her to speak like this, the administrator's expression froze for a moment, and asked, "What is your daily job?"
Anjiu answered simply: "Mining."
The administrator showed a look of astonishment, "I wronged him. How could a smart girl like you offend so many people?"
What you said seems to have other intentions.
Anjiu immediately realized that it was his previous explanation that made her feel unhappy, so he pretended to be frightened and wronged, but didn't want to be seen.
"I really didn't steal anything from anyone, administrator, please understand."