Shen Mingzhu looked at him, "What do you mean, what's going on?"
Pei Yang replied with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "I was out for nearly half a year, and not only has the money in this passbook not decreased, but there's also an extra twenty dollars?"
"I did some small business and made some money, so I deposited it in there."
In fact, she had saved four hundred dollars to buy Pei Ziheng a Walkman, which she used, adding the cost of the train ticket, and only twenty dollars were left.
"What kind of business makes so much money? Earning four hundred in half a year, tell me about it?"
The damn man kept getting up close when talking, and deliberately too close at that, with his breath spraying onto her face as he spoke.
Shen Mingzhu pushed the man away, "Did you keep the tickets safe? If you've got them, then leave."
After she spoke, she headed out, but unexpectedly, her wrist was grabbed.
Pei Yang stuffed the passbook back into her hand.