Yang Dayong was instantly confused when he heard this. What was going on, and why couldn't he understand?
It was only after the villagers explained it to him once more that he finally grasped the situation.
He watched Ms. Liu Junior's brother with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Her little uncle really was something else; why hadn't he noticed before that the Liu Family was so shameless?
Well, this was already the second time in a short period that Yang Dayong had felt this way.
Can you believe it? Your family beat me up, even injured my mother, and I haven't even asked you for medical expenses, yet you have the nerve to come and ask to borrow money from us?
If you put it nicely, it's borrowing money, but if not, do you think you can even repay it? Do you really take me for a fool who doesn't know how much money Ms. Liu Junior has given to the Liu Family?
Thinking of the injury still on his mother's forehead, Yang Dayong remained silent and reluctant to give any money.
