Yu Zhengchuan, looking completely shameless, said, "Whoever questions must provide the evidence. How can you prove these tea eggs weren't boiled in top-notch black tea?"
"Then you should have told me earlier that these tea eggs were so expensive, and I wouldn't have eaten them."
"You didn't ask."
At that moment, Chen Fang really wanted to shove the tea egg directly down his throat.
He nodded and said, "This is the last time you trick me. If there's a next time, I'll take your surname."
Having said that,
Chen Fang pulled out a fifty-yuan banknote and slapped it into his hand.
Yu Zhengchuan pinched it between his fingers.
Incredibly, he even checked its authenticity against the sunlight.
Satisfied, he pocketed it.
He said, "Alright, I'm off. Oh, by the way, a woman has been asking about your address downstairs."
Chen Fang's eyes widened as he looked at Yu Zhengchuan and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You didn't ask,"
said Yu Zhengchuan.
