"Little Hu, how much money have you spent these days?"
Zhang Xiaowei didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
Zhao Hu was visibly taken aback and felt like Zhang Xiaowei was interrogating him.
With a bitter face, he defended himself, "Xiaowei, you can't think that I'm embezzling your money, can you? I swear to goodness, you can ask her about that. Plus, I have receipts for everything I bought, and every item is accounted for. You can check the prices online and see if I've pocketed any money."
Zhao Hu looked genuinely aggrieved and didn't show even a hint of guilt, which made it seem like he really hadn't embezzled any funds.
His assistant from the neighboring village also hurriedly came to Zhao Hu's defense, "Manager Zhang, besides purchasing office supplies, we've only spent money on meals and water, we haven't spent a cent on anything else."
