Zheng Yiyun, upon understanding the specific situation, realized that her family's foot bath city was likely to be indefinitely shut down for rectification.
For her, this was quite difficult to accept.
"So, for this part of the loss, you should pay two million," she said.
"Xiao Yan, you pay two million, and from then on, you and your Uncle Pan shake hands and make peace, how about that?"
Zheng Yiyun could clearly sense that Li Zhiyan was no simple character.
This young man was definitely not the ordinary-background youth he appeared to be on the surface.
Pan Yunhu had reported Li Zhiyan, and Brotherhood Foot Bath City should have been directly closed down for good.
Yet Li Zhiyan was not affected at all; instead, it was Pan Yunhu's foot therapy shop that closed down.
"Shake hands and make peace?"
"Pay two million?"
Li Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, not expecting this woman to be so brainless, but after thinking about it, a gold-digger only sees money.
