"Today really was rotten luck. I came out for a meal and ran into this kind of thing. Some people don't even realize it—they have endless energy when it comes to fighting with me, but turn into weaklings around others. All they know is how to hide behind someone else and play the innocent lotus. Pah..."
He Minhong muttered, "I really wasn't sure..."
"What, are you saying I made this up just to amuse myself at your expense? Would I say it if it hadn't happened? Do I look like I have that much free time? And then there's the 'I don't understand that much~' and 'Who does good deeds expecting something in return~? They're so noble and selfless~'"
Yu Chuhui had a sharp tongue, and once she latched onto He Minhong, she tore into her without mercy. Mimicking He Minhong in a sarcastic tone, she said, "When people are out in the world, nobody owes anybody anything. No one is supposed to give without expecting anything in return. Whether someone asks for repayment is their business; whether you repay them is your problem. You don't even understand something this simple? You go on all day about righteousness and moral virtue, acting like some kind of saint. So why, when it comes to you, is everyone else supposed to help you? Who do you think you are?"
"I was wrong, okay..." He Minhong pouted.
"'Okay'..." Yu Chuhui glared at her, stressing the word. "...is it?"
"That's enough, you two."
Zhu Zhe, sitting in the passenger seat, stepped in at just the right time again. He Minhong's tone was indeed infuriating—no one would be happy hearing it. If the two kept going, they really would end up fighting.
"Honghong has only just started working and entered society. It's understandable."
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