"If you don't f*cking pay me back, I'll rip out your son's oxygen tube! You hear me?!"
Old Zhu was unable to hear him clearly, but as soon as he finished speaking he was kicked away.
The man crashed to the ground and yelped in pain.
Old Zhu was astonished. He turned around and saw Lu Ning.
"Young, Young Miss…"
His face was swollen and bruised, and he could not articulate his words clearly.
Lu Ning turned to look at him.
"Damn girl, you'd better mind your own business! How dare you hit me, do you want to die?!"
He staggered to his feet, hurling a slew of insults.
Old Zhu frantically stood in front of Lu Ning. "I-I'll pay it back, don't hurt her."
The man stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "I'll give you three days! If you don't, then wait to collect your son's corpse!"
He raised his hand as if to slap Old Zhu, but he was frightened by Lu Ning's steely glare.
