The crowd murmured among themselves, and those who had originally wanted to claim the moneybags hesitated for a moment.
"Young lady, the owner just wanted their money back, why did you hit him?" someone couldn't help but ask.
Su Qingyue glanced at the crowd angrily, "Look at this wretched man, he's got a losing face, and he's trying to claim something that isn't his."
"I didn't falsely claim anything..." the beaten wretched man denied.
Su Qingyue indifferently said, "Not only did you falsely claim, but you did so with greed, choosing the bag with the most money. Look at this moneybag with the peony embroidery, it's clearly for young ladies from wealthy families. Are you a woman? Are you a pervert? Do you like using women's moneybags specifically?"
"I..." The false claimant was at a loss for words, reluctantly saying, "That... is mine... I just like using women's moneybags..."
"Just admit you're a pervert then. How much money is in the bag?"
"There's..." He couldn't say it.
