She, she actually has this much money. Isn't she a village girl? How could she have so much money?
Could it be that the money is borrowed?
On second thought, the saleswoman found it unlikely. Jiang Xue, a village girl, dressed so poorly, who would lend her money?
If it wasn't borrowed, then where did she get this money? Could it be stolen?
This idea flashed through her mind, and the saleswoman immediately felt triumphant. That's right, the village girl's money must be stolen, or else how could she have so much of it.
Thinking of this, the saleswoman looked at Jiang Xue with a smug face and said loudly: "Is your money clean? Could it be stolen?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xue's expression changed, and she said coldly: "Comrade, you can eat more than you can chew, but you can't speak without thinking. By judging others by oneself, I presume you should understand."
"You only think of others the way you are yourself. So, comrade, according to this logic, do you often steal things?"
