"What's wrong?" Ou Lan tugged at Zhan Lingtao's sleeve.
Zhan Lingtao didn't speak; he showed her the eight yuan in his hand. Ou Lan's quirky thought process immediately jumped out of all the categories that Zhan Lingtao meant to express, "Holy shit, Zhan Lingtao, did you spend Young Master Ou's hundred yuan bill down to just eight yuan?"
This prodigal kid, she really wanted to break his little legs. Did he know how much a hundred yuan meant to her?
Zhan Lingtao rolled his eyes.
At that moment, the female boss shouted shrilly, "Who are you, teaming up with this little brat to scam me? Be smart and scram immediately, or else my husband will break your legs!"
"Scam?" Ou Lan blinked her eyes.
"Isn't it?" The obese female boss looked down on them contemptuously, "You clearly only gave me ten yuan. A bottle of mineral water costs two yuan; I gave you eight yuan in change. What's wrong with that? You insist on accusing me of owing you a change from a hundred yuan."
