"Why do I still have to call out each of your names one by one?"
Seeing several members of the Zhao Family exchanging glances, the tone of the old master Zhao obviously became unfriendly.
A powerful pressure permeated the space, the prestige that the old master had built up over the years oppressed everyone, making it hard for them to breathe.
"Divine Doctor, I admit my bet and accept my loss, kowtowing to apologize to you, I just hope you can treat my elder brother's illness."
Uncle Zhao was the first to act, falling to his knees and respectfully kowtowed three times, showing his deep fraternal affection for old master Zhao.
The remaining Aunt Zhao San and Uncle Zhao Er, with their legs going weak, dared not fall behind and also found reasons to kowtow and apologize.
The few of them superficially softened and apologized, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction, but this was all due to old master Zhao's pressure, forcing them to apologize.
