Lin Tang was even more self-righteous, "You've caused great psychological harm to Comrade Zhang, shouldn't you compensate with money?"
We can't report this matter to the higher-ups. After all, once such issues of men and women get out, the woman usually suffers greater harm and might even be the subject of gossip.
As for Zhao Xiangrui, other than adding insult to his already dreadful reputation, it wouldn't serve as a punishment.
Better to just ask for money directly.
That punishment must really hurt him to the bone, right?
Compensate, compensate, compensate...
Zhao Xiangrui's mind was bombarded with the word "compensate."
To a miser, that word is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
Zhao Xiangrui's face changed, his instinct was to struggle.
"I..." have no money.
Lin Tang guessed he would haggle, and let out a mocking laugh with unclear intent.
