In a small district of Xihong District, Yu Erming was brooding in his room, playing a game, though in fact he was hardly in the mood for games.
No one expected that what started as a mere line-jumping incident would escalate to this extent.
The mere thought of Lawyer Tang speaking indifferently about being stabbed or hit by a dump truck filled him with fear.
It wasn't about how loudly you shout or threaten to kill someone to appear fierce, it was clear that he was far behind others in that regard.
In the living room, Wu Xiaozhen was busy, calling one relative after another for advice, then coming in to scold her son occasionally.
Just then, her phone rang, and Wu Xiaozhen hurried to answer it.
"Hello, Mediator Hu, yes it's Yu Erming's mother. How's the situation now? Eighty thousand is no problem, we fully agree!"
"My son can apologize too, he will definitely apologize!"
