"Is Mom home yet?"
"She's here. She's sitting next to me." Qu Can answered absent mindedly as if he had just woken up.
"Mom stole my bag. It's three thousand yuan. Ask her to send it back." Qu Zhi spoke very calmly, but very loudly. She knew that Huang Qing was listening.
Huang Qing couldn't keep her face anymore. She yelled into the phone, "You ungrateful wretch! What's wrong with me taking..."
Qu Zhi did not wait for the other party to finish scolding her before she calmly replied, "If you don't send it back in two days, I'll report it to the police."
Then, she hung up the phone with a "bang."
Qu Zhi heaved a long sigh of relief, her mood much better.
It was like a glass window covered with a thick layer of dust had finally been wiped clean and bright, making Qu Zhi's heart feel much more carefree.
Two days later, as expected, the 3000 yuan was not transferred to his account.
Of course, they would not give it to her.
