Sun Weimeng understood instantly.
He grabbed the middle-aged man and wailed, "Big brother, we didn't say we wouldn't pay! But isn't five hundred thousand a bit too much? You're really asking for the moon here!"
The middle-aged man's gaze was fierce as he retorted, "Five hundred thousand is the deal, not a penny less! Let go of me, stop hugging me!"
Qiao Xi walked over to the old lady's side, gently smiling as she placed her hand on the old lady's body to check her bones: "Madam, let me help you up first. Can you stand?"
Slap!
The old lady viciously swatted away her hand, turning the back of Qiao Xi's hand red.
She said bitterly, "I don't need your false kindness! All you rich people are heartless. Dressed so nicely and driving such a fine car, yet you begrudge paying for my medical expenses!"
Qiao Xi's eyes narrowed, and her fair face cooled as she rose to her feet.
She gave Sun Weimeng a nod.
