She really doesn't understand what position Justin Usama is coming from to accuse her so indiscriminately.
And really, why can't he talk properly?
Sylvan Cheney suddenly tightened his grip, fiercely clutching Justin Usama's wrist: "I told you to speak to her politely, what grievance do you have? Hmm?"
"Ask her, how many gifts has she received from me!"
Jasmine Yale was at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Justin, are you talking about that Little Pig Peppa? I'll give it back to you. When we go out to eat, we always split the bill, beyond that, I'm not sure where I owe you."
"Jasmine Yale." Sylvan called her name and looked at her, "I've told you before, you shouldn't take things from others lightly, because then you'll end up being indebted. You can't afford a Little Pig Peppa, hmm?"
"I…" Jasmine was helpless, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, "Justin, do you insist that I owe you something?"
"You…" Justin lost his momentum, he really didn't have any confidence.
