The next moment,
Bai Zhi's mouth corners lifted again,
and then she lifted her foot and stomped down hard.
"Ah!"
Ouyang's scream rose.
"Are you sick, woman?"
Pain thrashed through his foot, a piercing agony.
"Didn't you say that everything can be solved with money? I step on you and then give you money, quite fair, isn't it? Besides..."
Bai Zhi's gaze shifted to the group pet, who was staring with wide eyes, unable to comprehend the glint in her eye,
"What you owe me is a lot."
It was this very sentence that made Ouyang inexplicably angry, and particularly loathe this girl.
"How can that be the same?"
"How is it not the same? Wasn't it you who said that money can solve problems? If you had just picked it, it would have been fine, but you even pulled out the sprouts. What, are you trying to wipe us out completely?
Expecting to receive without having given anything, how can your faces be so big?"