Zhao Gui and his wife were a little reluctant.
Zhu Wentao frowned and said, "This is already the best outcome."
Yu Fang said hesitantly, "It's not that we're unwilling, it's just that we really can't afford it at this time. A few tens of thousands of dollars might be a small matter to you, but we've just gone through our son's lawsuit, and we've also arranged for our son's funeral. We've spent over 200,000 dollars, and the money for the funeral was borrowed from a few of our older brothers. When my son died, no one compensated us. We've already used up all of our savings. Even if we were to go out and borrow money at this time, who would be willing to lend us money when we are at such an old age with no job and a dead son? There's no guarantee."
Zhao Gui's second brother added, "That's true. We're just doing odd jobs to earn some money. Our family isn't that rich, and we can't help much."
