Song Xiaoru hastily said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was just my brother acting impulsively for a moment, I'll pay for your pants, eight thousand is eight thousand, we'll compensate."
Chen Zixu glared and said, "Humph, do you think just paying for a pair of pants will settle it? That was before, now he has hit me, hit my friend? You think this is over just like that?"
"Then... what do you propose we do?" Song Xiaoru tugged at Song Xiaodong, who was about to speak, and asked with a pained expression.
"What to do?" Chen Zixu glanced at Song Xiaoru and Lin Su'er and said, "It's simple, give us a million, and we'll let him off. Otherwise... humph!"
"A million?" Song Xiaoru and Lin Su'er both exclaimed in shock.
Chen Zixu snorted and said, "What's the matter? Did you think we're people you can hit just like that? Do you have any idea how much our face is worth? You made us lose face here, asking for a million is already asking you for less."
