Feng Lin had been looking at his phone just now and had not noticed Zhao Qingqing.
Therefore, when Zhao Qingqing apologized, he hadn't intervened; it was only when she suggested exchanging the money that Feng Lin felt something was off.
Money that's wet can be dried – the boss is right here watching; just hand it directly to the boss.
Why bother exchanging it? It's an unnecessary complication.
"Feng Lin, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qingqing put her wallet away and asked with bewilderment.
Feng Lin took the bill in hand and studied it carefully before handing it to the round-faced man, "Your money is counterfeit."
"Kid! Stop talking bullshit! Wanna bet I'll smack you? I just withdrew this from the bank!"
The round-faced man pointed at Feng Lin and cursed aloud.
The three men with him also slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Feng Lin.
"What? Trying to scare me?"
Feng Lin crumpled the money into a ball and threw it in the round face's direction.
