Ye Ling listened calmly and smiled faintly. "Letting me not pursue this auntie's responsibility isn't impossible, but I do have a few requests."
Aunt Mei couldn't tolerate Ye Ling's smug demeanor. She wanted to rush up and slap Ye Ling twice. "You b*tch, how many more requests do you have? Who do you think you are? Bah!"
The middle-aged man immediately pulled Aunt Mei back, saying anxiously, "Could you calm down? Today, you misunderstood Comrade Ye Ling. We're discussing how to solve the problem now. Can you hold off speaking for a moment? Let's hear what her requests are."
"Comrade Ye Ling, what do you request?" The middle-aged man turned to Ye Ling with a smile.
Ignoring Aunt Mei's resentful glare, Ye Ling smiled, hands behind her back. "The first request, naturally, is compensation for my emotional distress. I don't ask for much, just ten yuan."
