"Hu Hao's wallet is yours to deal with. Spend the money inside freely, don't worry about him, he owes you."
That's not how it works. That would be called misappropriating someone else's property. Xie Wanying said, "This isn't right. You should return the wallet to him."
"That girl needs to be hospitalized and hasn't paid the deposit. We can use his wallet to pay for her." Zhao Wenzong contemplated, trying to continue giving her the wallet to handle.
A hand reached out to stop him. It was Cao Yong's hand, who told him, "Whatever you want to do, do it yourself. The responsibilities of what you want to do are yours alone to bear; she doesn't have the obligation to help you."
Turning around to see Cao Yong's face, Zhao Wenzong quickly recalled their encounter from long ago; suddenly his hands and feet began to tremble, revealing a panicked disorder.
Cao Yong's gaze carried a hint of coldness amidst his calm demeanor.
