He always prided himself as an elder, but now when the younger one makes a mistake, can he really still point his finger at her and accuse her of taking advantage of him?
Any man with a bit of generosity wouldn't fuss over such situations.
Even if he truly did suffer a loss.
At times like this, the best choice seems to be to let the aftermath fade away quickly.
After taking a shower, Tang Li sat at her desk, completely sleepless, reflecting on her actions. If she were to repeat the scene, she probably wouldn't have the courage to run back there again.
Occasionally, the light snoring of Wu Xuehan in deep sleep echoed in the room.
Tang Li opened her desk's drawer.
She took out the biggest Peninsula Iron Box from the bottom, gently lifted the lid; the cigarette butt was still lying in the corner, and she pulled out a one-hundred-yuan bill from her down jacket pocket.
This bill was the one she took from Song Baiyan's wallet.
Then she swapped in her own hundred bucks.
