It was like looking at someone with an intellectual disability.
After a long while, the lawyer finally spoke, his voice subdued, "Eighteen yuan. Even if the other party doesn't pay it back, there's no need to demand it, right? Just consider it charity for a beggar."
All the excitement and passion from before had vanished without a trace. What replaced it was utter disdain.
A lawsuit over eighteen yuan... it wouldn't reflect well on him if word got out.
"No way!"
Ma Ming sat up straight, saying earnestly, "It's not about the eighteen yuan; it's about the principle! He owes money and won't pay it back—does he think he's in the right? Why should I swallow my pride and treat it like a handout to a beggar? With eighteen yuan, I could buy a few buns for a dog, and the dog would wag its tail at me. After I gave it to Meng Lei, he didn't say a single word of thanks and then blocked me! If I don't get this eighteen yuan back, I can't swallow this indignation!"
