A pitch-black figure suddenly jumped up and desperately covered her mouth.
Zhang Guifang almost cried, has this dead girl's mouth been blessed? How can everything she says be so accurate?
At worst, she would have to pay some money for stealing electricity, but if this girl kept talking, her life would be over.
"I… I admit that I stole the electricity. Dead girl, you are not allowed to say anything more."
Su Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue, feeling a bit regretful. She still had several types of vows she hadn't spoken yet.
Thanks to her, Zhang Guifang now had a psychological shadow over making vows.
The village chief coughed lightly to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Alright, Zhang Guifang has admitted it. Let's call the electrician over later and calculate everyone's losses so she can compensate each one accordingly."
