C87 The Atm

"Give me back my winter plum, and where's the money? My money, where is it?" Lee Cui's outburst drew the gaze of everyone on the bus.

"What money of yours? You act like it's some precious treasure, but we haven't touched a dime," Bai Jie replied, puzzled.

"Mom, you didn't lose the money, did you?" Bai Jie suddenly tensed up