"Perhaps only your son isn't motivated by money?" Zhang Ye looked at the documents he had collected the day before, only one person indeed had enough allowance, but the others didn't.
"Then why would my son fight? It doesn't make sense—especially with a child so young." The blonde-haired woman stood up abruptly, stepping past Luo Qianqian and her group to confront Zhang Ye across the desk: "Although we usually don't control our child strictly, it's unreasonable for him to rob for a day's allowance at his age, not to mention he wouldn't knowingly commit a crime. Weren't his previous incidents just simple group fights? How did it escalate to robbery, and for such a trivial amount of money?"
