When the short-haired girl caught Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze again, her head immediately shook as if it were a bobblehead.
"No, I didn't take his money. It was half a month ago, a senior student had a birthday. I didn't want to go, but they insisted and took me with them. They then ordered lots of expensive drinks which I didn't touch. When it was time to settle the bill, they forced me to split it, asking for three thousand yuan from me. How could a student like me have that much money? I ..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down the short-haired girl's face.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked toward Baldy Liu.
Baldy Liu said with a defiant face.
"Yes, that's right, she didn't take my cash, but my drinks weren't brought by the wind, were they? I didn't force her to consume at my KTV; it was her choice."
Meanwhile, a thought echoed in Zhang Xiaoshan's mind.
