On the left and right, the difference in body shape and appearance between the two was quite stark.
The one on the left was short and plump, about five feet tall, weighing no less than two hundred pounds, with thick and short fingers pointing at the tall, skinny woman across, spit flying everywhere. In a few sentences, she had already cursed eighteen generations of the other woman's ancestors.
And the one on the right was wearing a trench coat.
Her hair was well-groomed, clearly a person with some class.
Facing this kind of "bombardment," she could only blush and couldn't get a word out.
After listening for a few minutes.
Dirk Carter could also understand what was going on.
Apparently, the tall skinny woman on the right found a wallet on the road, which contained a thousand yuan, and she stood there waiting.
After waiting for a few minutes or so.
The short, fat woman who owned the wallet came back for it.
