Li Qing looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. Had he just hallucinated?
"Wasn't it you who said three million? I've already agreed to give it to you, how can you call this a trap? Damn it, what's wrong with you? Do you want it or not?" Li Qing shouted angrily, holding his phone.
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and his expression was uncertain as he looked at Li Qing. Suddenly, he stepped back and shook his head, "No, I don't want it!"
"Really don't want it?" Li Qing asked teasingly.
The middle-aged man initially hesitated, but upon hearing Li Qing's words, he decisively shook his head like a rattle drum, firmly saying, "You're definitely trying to set me up, brat. I can do without the money, but you have to pay for my medical expenses!"
"Tsk tsk, how can you not want it?" Li Qing asked with a sneer on his lips, "How much are the medical expenses?"
"I don't know, I have to see a doctor to know. Whatever the doctor says is what it will cost!" the middle-aged man said.
