"I didn't say you were bad, I said Li Baiyun and Li Yingwei are no good," Lin Tian sighed.
Then Lin Tian said, "So, about the 1,500 yuan salary that Li Baiyun didn't settle with you, I'll give it to you."
As he spoke, Lin Tian took out his wallet, pulled out fifteen bright red bills, and handed them to Ji Xiaotao.
Ji Xiaotao repeatedly backed away, continuously retreating.
"No, no, how can I take your money? The person who owes me is not you. I can't accept it..." Ji Xiaotao spoke rapidly.
"Take it, just keep it!"
Lin Tian emphasized, his tone very firm as he stuffed the money into Ji Xiaotao's hands.
Ji Xiaotao felt warm in her heart, deeply moved.
Pinching Ji Xiaotao's cheek, Lin Tian then said, "You probably haven't had lunch yet, right? It just so happens I haven't either. Come on, let me treat you to a meal."
Ji Xiaotao nodded and then ran near the White Cloud Restaurant, rode over on her electric bike.
