By the roadside, under a dim yellow streetlamp.
A slender, pretty woman with a gentle disposition was being endlessly pestered by a sallow-faced middle-aged man.
"I've told you already," Xia Qing said, exasperated as she faced the sallow-faced man. "When I found this wallet, there was only five hundred in cash inside."
"But I know for a fact I put a thousand in there before I lost it. Now there's only five hundred. What, did the other five hundred just grow wings and fly away?"
The sallow-faced man said this snidely, the clear implication being that Xia Qing had found his wallet and secretly taken five hundred from it.
"You… If I really took your five hundred, why wouldn't I have taken the other five hundred as well?
Besides, if I was really after your money, why would I have bothered to call you to come get the wallet? I would've just taken all the cash and thrown the wallet away."
