Lin Yan grew more and more angry the more she thought about the baseless accusation.
She stood in the hotel lobby, took out her cell phone, and called Lu Chenyuan.
Full of grievances, Lin Yan squeezed the phone tightly and vented on Lu Chenyuan while tears streamed down her face.
"I explained that the pants were mine, but they accused me of bullying a sick person. Is it legal to kill someone just because they're sick?"
Lu Chenyuan chuckled softly on the other side, "If a mentally ill person kills someone, they indeed don't break the law; there's no reasoning in that."
Lin Yan was not in the mood to joke with Lu Chenyuan.
"Should I have her send the receipt over to you? To prove it was you who bought it?"
Lin Yan certainly didn't want to bother the female friend by Lu Chenyuan's side. It was a sudden incident the first time, and now to ask her again, wouldn't that be taking too much advantage?
What kind of relationship would allow them to make such a fuss?
