The pack of cigarettes was empty, and the noodle shop owner looked at the ashtray stuffed with butts, took a deep breath, and reached for the phone.
"How did it go?" the proprietress came over and asked anxiously.
The owner shook his head.
"See, I knew it!" the proprietress raised her voice instantly, "Miss Xia was right. If the police find out, that person will definitely pin the blame on you. Once everything is done, he'll just walk away without a speck of dirt on his hands. There's no way he'll confess."
"What do you know?"
"What do I know?" the proprietress glared, "I know you're going to end up in prison, and our family will fall apart! What do I know? I know you did something shameful for a bit of money, and now you're paying the price!" She said this fiercely, with great intensity.
"A bit of money?" The owner's eyelids lifted slightly, "That was a whole fifty thousand."
