Shen Zhou said indifferently, "I no longer trust you. Transfer five hundred thousand to my account first."
Song Zhikun could only obediently instruct his son to do so.
Once again, Shen Zhou used his miraculous acupuncture, and healed Song Zhikun.
He scrambled up from the ground, looking at Shen Zhou with terror in his eyes, "You... You're practically a deity!"
In his heart, though, the thought arose: You're practically a demon!
Shen Zhou glared at him, "In addition to the five hundred thousand, don't forget the second condition I mentioned. Kneel down before my daughter, kowtow and beg for forgiveness. Do you think you can insult and belittle Shen Zhou's daughter as you please?"
His voice was fierce, bursting forth with the power of thunder!
It silenced everyone, leaving them as quiet as a cicada in winter.
Song Zhikun looked at the little girl about four or five years old, his face filled with embarrassment.
