Hearing the knock on the door, Xia Lu thought it was Jin Meng coming back after figuring things out, but unexpectedly saw Zhou Xinyao standing at the door.
"Why are you here?"
Zhou Xinyao glanced at her, "Aunt Zhang said you paid my bill last night, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you."
"No need," Xia Lu refused, "It's just a few bottles of wine, no need to pay back."
"That won't do," Zhou Xinyao insisted, "I don't like owing favors."
Unable to argue with her, Xia Lu gave a number, watching as she transferred the money to her phone, though the amount was 500 yuan more than she reported.
"This is for the dry cleaning fee," Zhou Xinyao said, "Didn't I throw up on you?"
Xia Lu found this truly ironic; she had thrown up on Lin Xilin once, now Zhou Xinyao had vomited on her, so they were completely even.
Zhou Xinyao was about to leave, thought for a moment, then came back. "By the way, you didn't tell my dad about last night, did you?"
