"Old man, please think about it, it really wasn't me who hit you." Su Yiyi was still trying to appeal to the elderly man's conscience, wiping her tears as she fell beside the bed, pleading with him.
The old man was almost eighty years old, and it was unclear whether he was confused or simply trying to extort Su Yiyi when he said, "You're being too hard on the child. Look at how pitiful she is. It seems I'm not seriously hurt."
The man wearing the gold necklace immediately glared, "Dad, have you lost your mind? You're so old, and being hit like this, how could you take it lightly? If you end up bedridden, won't we have to take care of you? And don't you know how expensive the hospital is nowadays? From last night until now, we've already spent over a thousand yuan. If we stay a few more days, who knows how much more it'll cost? This girl hit someone, she should be responsible."
The old man suddenly fell silent, sighing deeply with his eyes closed.
