"I said, I don't need the news anymore, so why should I still pay?" Tang Ling was very disgusted with Zhu Yun's behavior; she wasn't mistaken before, Zhu Yun was just that uneducated, thick-skinned, and unreasonable rural woman.
"You think you can just say you don't want it and not want it? I gathered this information for you," Zhu Yun knew it was unlikely that Tang Ling would pay the full amount, so she took a step back, "How about this! You give me fifty yuan, and we'll call it even. From now on, we'll act as if we don't know each other, even if we meet or see each other at Shen Mianmian's house, I'll pretend not to recognize you. I absolutely won't tell anyone you bought the news from me. You should think of it as spending money to avoid disaster."
Zhu Yun couldn't bear to leave without any money; she was not one to suffer a loss.
