"Not choosing?"
Hearing Tang Luo's words, the middle-aged man grew even angrier.
"Yes, not choosing. It looks like your son's not really hurt, at most we'll just compensate for some medical expenses, but don't even think about anything else!"
Tang Luo glanced at the boy, took out two hundred-yuan bills, and one fifty-yuan bill from his wallet.
"Here, this is for the medical expenses!"
The middle-aged man and the woman with the triangular eyes looked at the money in Tang Luo's hand and were nearly exploding with anger.
Two hundred and fifty?
Was he insulting them by calling them 'two hundred and fifty'?
"Just two hundred and fifty, not a dime more!"
Tang Luo said indifferently as he looked at them.
"You... you… kid, do you have any idea who I am?!"
The middle-aged man roared.
"Not interested in knowing. Take the medical expenses and go do whatever you need to do, don't interrupt me attending the parent-teacher meeting!"
