Zhang Goudan swallowed hard and spoke with a hint of anxiety, "I... I'm sorry, Brother Dao. I slept too soundly and didn't notice the thief."
Seeing Zhang Goudan's expression, Li Yidao couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Why are you apologizing to me for sleeping? It's not your fault that there was a thief. Besides, it's my money, and it's my carelessness that got it stolen. You don't need to apologize."
Zhang Goudan, taken aback by Li Yidao's words, hesitated but then said anxiously, "But..."
"Alright, stop it. It's just ten thousand yuan. I can afford to lose that."
"We can visit a bank later to withdraw some more money when we get off the train," Li Yidao said, waving his hand to signal that there was no need to dwell on the matter further.
Zhang Goudan saw Li Yidao's attitude and remained silent.
However, his eyes still held a deep sense of self-blame.
It had to be said that young people like him were quite rare.
