Listening to Guisheng's wife and husband's words, Third Uncle was utterly speechless. You come knocking on the door without even asking about the person's injury, yet you talk about compensation when nobody has brought it up.
Finally unable to hold back, he snorted coldly, "One thousand five isn't much anyway, and besides, Guaizi nearly lost his life for it—the boss compensated, so naturally he has to take it. Fine, if you don't want to, forget it. I'll go and ask around for Guaizi in other places."
