Zhang Zian paid for the middle school girl, but it didn't mean that she didn't need to pay back the money, because it was equivalent to him lending her money, not giving it to her.
In this day and age, the one who borrowed money was the grandson, and the one who owed money was the master. He had doubts about whether this money would be wasted because this kind of verbal loan had no legal effect at all. It was more like a gamble.
In fact, he was already prepared for her to not pay him back. At most, he would just take it as compensation for the losses of the hidden fog teahouse a year ago, but he thought that he would at least get a thank you.
In the end, he paid with his eyes closed. Before he could open his eyes, he heard the voice of the middle school girl and the sound of small leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor moving quickly."Alright, I'll return the money to you in the future. I'll be leaving now!"
