After thinking for a while, Zhang Lan still felt that it was inappropriate. "No, I don't feel at ease. Why don't you return it to him now?"
As she spoke, she stood up.
Zhou Xiaoli hurriedly pulled Zhang Lan back. "Hey, Mother, Mother, don't be anxious. Listen to me. Actually, Wei Chiyu is richer than us. He sold his fox skin for 20 taels of silver today."
"Really?" Zhang Lan was shocked.
Zhou Xiaoli nodded. "Of course, why would I lie to you? Besides, from my understanding of Wei Chiyu, if we insist on returning the money to him, he will definitely be too embarrassed to come to our house to eat. He's alone and doesn't know how to cook, so he can only drink water and eat steamed buns every day. How pitiful."
Zhou Xiaoli said with certainty.
Zhang Lan hesitated. "This…"
