Gu'er watched her coldly.
"This old... Fine. I'm my own damn mother. I was out of line. There, happy?"
The fat woman was breathing heavily. She was used to cussing.
"The money."
Gu'er knew a woman like this wouldn't be sincere in her apology, but if you didn't make her admit she was wrong, she'd think she was completely in the right.
"I don't have any money."
As if the fat woman would actually hand over any money.
Gu'er looked at the five hundred in the fat woman's hand and reached for it. The fat woman gripped it tightly, unwilling to let go. This was five hundred yuan.
Gu'er just stared at her. The fat woman finally let go, but tears were already welling up in her eyes. She was so resentful; she'd already had it in her hands.
"This is five hundred, which we paid you as compensation earlier. You took it. Now you've given us five hundred. I'll put this away for now. You still owe us another five hundred."
