Tan Shuya glanced at the wallet on the ground, which wasn't hers, and instantly felt very annoyed. She immediately said, "This wallet isn't mine. If you see it, you can pick it up yourself. Why are you bothering me? Do you know what you've made me look like now?"
Song Nianhuan suddenly stopped speaking and was somewhat confused by this auntie's words.
Her mother had taught her long ago to hand in any money found and to be a good child.
But this auntie had said such words.
The more Song Nianhuan thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and tears started rolling down her face.
But she still silently picked up the wallet, planning to give it to her uncle outside later and have him hand it to the police.
At this moment, the restroom door was pushed open, and a young girl hurriedly walked in. She paused when she saw Tan Shuya but quickly averted her gaze and continued walking, keeping her eyes on the floor.
