Arlo Yarbrough, looking quite shameless, said, "Whoever questions must provide proof. How can you prove this tea egg wasn't cooked with premium black tea?"
"You should've told me earlier how expensive this tea egg is, then I wouldn't have eaten it."
"Well, you didn't ask me."
At this moment, Dirk Carter really wanted to shove the tea egg right down his throat.
Nodding, he said, "This is the last time you rip me off, if there's a next time, I'll take your surname."
After speaking.
Dirk Carter took out a fifty yuan bill and slapped it into his hand.
Arlo Yarbrough pinched it with two fingers.
He even held it up to the sunlight to check its authenticity.
Satisfied, he pocketed it.
Saying, "Alright, I'm off then. By the way, a woman downstairs was asking about where you live just now."
Dirk Carter widened his eyes, looked at Arlo Yarbrough, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"You didn't ask either."
Arlo Yarbrough replied.
Dirk Carter grabbed the soy milk.
