"Luo Ziling, you're being too presumptuous," Lin Lan, retrieving a gun from somewhere, aimed it at Luo Ziling, "What status does the leader have that you can criticize and speak nonsense about?"
While pointing the gun at Luo Ziling and rebuking him, Lin Lan slightly turned her body to a position where the old man couldn't see and gave Luo Ziling several meaningful looks.
Luo Ziling understood the messages in Lin Lan's eyes, which were telling him to hurry up and apologize and not say anything else that would agitate the elder. Although initially angry at Lin Lan for drawing a gun on him, feeling it was a betrayal of his kindness, his annoyance vanished the moment he grasped her intent.
But Luo Ziling didn't want to rely on Lin Lan's favor; he had his pride.
If he had come to treat someone only to feel like he was accepting charity, he would absolutely refuse to provide treatment for that person.
