Chapter: 168


    Not in the mood for his endless witty banter, Debbie didn’t say a word in return. Anyway, how was she


    supposed to respond to that?


    Just as they were about to enter the elevator, they noticed amotion in front of a shop. Intuitively,


    they both stopped and turned to see what was happening in the moring crowd.


    A young couple were seen arguing with a cleaningdy, who was in tears.


    The argument must have been going on for a while, but what irritated


    Debbie was that no one had cared enough to intervene.


    “Let me check what’s up with the group. I’LL catch up with youter if you don’t mind.” She let go of his


    hand, and headed towards the ruckus.


    As she approached, their voices became clearer.


    “I’m very sorry. I didn’t do it intentionally.” The cleaningdy kept apologizing, weeping.


    “What’s going on here?” Debbie asked, standing in front of the young couple with her hands in the


    pockets of her coat.


    The young man looked at her curtly and demanded, “Who the hell are you?”


    “It doesn’t matter who I am. Just tell me what this is about,” she replied nonchntly.


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    The cleaning Lady sobbed, “Miss, I identally dirtied his shoes with a wet mop while I was cleaning.”


    “Dirtied? Look at what you did. My shoes are all wet. What if they start peeling? Can you even afford


    thepensation?” | the young man demanded angrily.


    Hearingpensation mentioned, the cleaningdy took two steps backward with fear and apologized


    again.


    “I’m sorry, son. I didn’t see you. I’ll…I’LL wipe them clean for you right now.”


    The young man snorted contemptuously, “Wipe? Are you deaf? You soaked my shoes and ruined the


    leather. What’s the point of wiping?”


    Debbie stepped in front of the cleaningdy protectively and raised her head to face the young man.


    “She already apologized, but you still think it’s not enough. What do you want?”


    “What do I want? What do you think? Since my shoes are ruined, I have to get new ones. She should


    pay for them of course.” “How much are your shoes?” Debbie asked with a sneer.


    “Eight hundred and thirty dor: the young man answered proudly with his nose in the air as if it were


    such a moment of glory to unt the price.


    “I’m not leaving this ce without the amount.”


    He nced sideways at the cleaningdy, expecting to see her scared face. Indeed, the cleaningdy


    got flustered at the price.


    But Debbie was amused by the stupid Look on the young man’s face.


    “I’IL pay for her,” she dered.


    Shocked by what Debbie had said, the cleaningdy pulled her sleeve and said, “Miss, you don’t have


    anything to do with this. I can’t let you do this.”