Once outside.
"We can settle the wages for these past few days now, right?"
She said.
"Settle? Settle what?"
The mistress snorted, "You've stolen my things, and you still have the face to ask for money?"
"I didn't steal anything at all."
"You expect me to believe you just because you say so? Looking at you, you're clearly no good—uneducated and young, running off to work. You must have been up to no good to end up working as a nanny, huh."
As Zhirou left, she thought about how she didn't have a penny to her name and possibly not even a place to stay.
Without money, that won't do.
"I've worked hard, I've taken good care of you all, I've tried my best, why would you not pay me."
"Because you're a thief, it's already generous of me not to call the police."
Zhirou sat down.
"I'm not leaving, call the police."
"What?"
They looked at Zhirou.
The master of the house felt a bit guilty.
"Alright, give her the money and let her leave properly."
