Xu Yang said, "I'm not a rich second generation, I don't have much money."
"Not a rich second generation?" Li Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, finding it somewhat strange. If not a rich second generation, why would he have his father stay in such a nice hospital room? But he didn't care too much about that. "It doesn't matter if you're not a rich second generation. You have a job, right? If you don't compensate, I'll make you regret it. I'll bring people to your company to protest with banners, and we'll see if the company will still want you."
Xu Yang said, "I don't have much in savings. Can't you just let me go?"
Li Xiaolin said, "Then how much do you have in savings? Demanding eighty percent of your savings isn't too much, right?"
Even if Xu Yang wasn't a rich second generation, his job must be a good one.
From Xu Yang's demeanor and attire, it was obvious he was the type who worked for a large company.
