Qi Qingyao looked at the middle-aged man opposite her, a fake smile adorned her face as she casually dissected the situation. "The fact that you questioned the source of my money proves that you doubt my integrity as a person. You baselessly assumed that I would be unrighteous and, with that, reached the conclusion that I had stolen the money. A normal person would not doubt other people without solid proof. Only someone who is unrighteous would assume that other people are of the same ilk. This happened because you made assumptions about other people's motives and actions based on your own crude beliefs. Uncle Zhang, if you ran out of money, would you steal it from others?"
The statement was flawless and sounded plausible. Flustered, Zhang Tieyuan said, "What lies are you spreading here?"
Ma Sanye, who was right there beside them, could not stop clicking his tongue in surprise.