"Thank you." When he got back in the car, Yusuf Zuck softly said thank you to Ruth Wilcox through the rearview mirror. At the same time, he took out a cigarette and lit it up, pondering for a moment before speaking, "Deduct it from my salary this month, but I still have to thank you!"
"Oh?" Hearing Yusuf Zuck's unexpected words, Ruth Wilcox, who had been lost in thought, suddenly lifted her head and looked at him incredulously.
Had the sun risen from the west? Yusuf Zuck wasn't being stingy? He actually wanted to deduct from his salary?
"Why?" Ruth Wilcox asked after thinking for a moment.