"You need to write us a guarantee letter, so if anyone brings this up again in the future, we have proof, right?"
"Do you want to write a guarantee letter or call the police?"
Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking and looked at the old lady, giving her a considerate look as if waiting for her choice.
Was it really a choice? It was clearly not.
The old lady cursed internally, but thinking about the imminent medical fees, she grit her molars and agreed.
Su Xiaoxiao took out paper and pen from her bag, which she always carried with her, just in case.
Fingerprint ink could be found in the space mall.
The old lady was barely literate, so Su Xiaoxiao wrote the guarantee letter for her; she just needed to press her fingerprint.
She was in a hurry to get the money, her attitude was urgent.
"Write quickly, I still have to take care of my eldest grandson."
