"Forget it, forget it, let's just put this matter behind us. After all, you're just a girl. Am I really going to make you hand over fifty thousand yuan?"
"But you don't need to pay fifty thousand yuan. You still have to compensate the cost price."
"How about this, thirty thousand yuan—just give me thirty thousand yuan and we'll consider the matter closed."
Young Master Zhao smirked with a sly smile, staring unblinkingly at the girl's face.
Yet even thirty thousand yuan, Liu Ziran didn't have. Her mother was seriously ill, and all the money was used for treatment. How could there be any money left for compensation?
"No money? That's easy to solve!"
Seeing the girl falling step by step into his trap, Young Master Zhao was overjoyed.
His smile became even more lewd as he looked at Liu Ziran and jokingly said, "Well, you met me. Since you don't have money, I'll help you think of a way."
