As the security guards stepped away, Gao Shengyuan and his wife shambled to Nian Junting. Gao Shengyuan's hair was grey, his eyes were sunken, and his face was filled with a sickly look. The red-eyed Mrs. Gao cried out loud as soon as she saw Nian Junting.
"Mr. Nian, we're barely hanging on. Please forgive us," she cried.
"Yeah, it's a misunderstanding," Gao Shengyuan chimed in. "About what happened to you in the hospital — we didn't do it. Those workers from a construction site of our company did it, and I knew nothing about it. I lived in the hospital during the time, and I was too sick to even get out of the bed. We can't go back home. We can't go back to the hospital either. Mr. Nian, you see, we've been working together for years, and I'm an old man. Please give us a break, please. You're such a generous man."
After saying that, Gao Shengyuan dragged his wife down to the ground and began kowtowing again.
