Uncle Li, who sold sweet potatoes, handed a few sweet potatoes to three students.
"I always believed you were wronged, so here, today's sweet potatoes are on me."
The vendor smiled, and Lu Zhu waved her hand, "No, today I said I'd treat my friends."
Qu Ruorui gently nudged Yue Qingqing with her elbow, her big eyes filled with wonder.
Lu Zhu actually called them friends.
Yue Qingqing smiled and peeled off the caramelized skin of the sweet potato, revealing the soft, sweet yellow flesh inside.
She took a bite and her tongue was scalded a bit, but she couldn't help swallowing it before it had cooled.
Uncle Li and Lu Zhu chatted, "What about that wicked old lady? Can't she be sent to jail?"
Lu Zhu tossed the sweet potato between her hands, "The police said it's difficult, she insisted she had made a mistake, and there's no evidence she intentionally committed fraud."
Although she confessed everything in front of the officers, her confession alone was not enough to convict her.
