"Xiaorui, you can't give her this money," Ren Jun said in a low voice.
He didn't know the specifics, but he knew that his newly found grand-niece was being bullied.
Zhang Guihua returned from her house with an IOU, shouting,
"You want to talk about evidence? Who saw her pay me back? This IOU for thirty thousand is written in black and white, and that's not even counting the interest."
Lin Ruoxi opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but the thought that she truly had no evidence made her lower her head again. Her long, slender fingers twisted the hem of her clothes, her face drained of all color.
'How can a person be so wicked?'
The IOU was real, but when Lin Ruoxi paid back the money, she hadn't asked for a receipt.
Now that Zhang Guihua was flatly denying it, claiming Lin Ruoxi had never paid her back, no one could refute her.
"Xixi went to work in your orchard, I saw it myself! Did you pay her?" someone shouted.
