"I, I..."
Jiang Yue was about to say she hadn't lied when Ye Xiao threw her a glance, and the words at the tip of her tongue were instantly swallowed.
In fact, she had just turned eighteen last month.
"Call the police, why not call the police, hurry up and call them, and also let the police uncle come over to help my classmate calculate her wages."
In the dim light of the alley, Ye Xiao's face was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes, as always, held a smile, but her lips curled into a touch of cruel curvature.
"Forget it, consider it my bad luck, I can't be bothered to call the cops anymore. Here's a thousand yuan."
After some thought, the middle-aged woman opted to settle and counted ten bills out of her fanny pack to hand to Jiang Yue.
"A thousand? Shouldn't it be twelve hundred?"
Ye Xiao asked coldly.
"I've already given her two hundred just now."
The middle-aged woman pointed to the two hundred yuan on the ground.
"Pick it up."