Old Mrs. Hong had thick skin. She chuckled heartily and declared righteously, "We're having a hard time, and we've heard you're doing well now, so we came to ask you for some money to spend.
You can rest assured, we know you don't want to see us, and you don't want people to know about that embarrassing part of your life. So, if you just give us thirty thousand yuan, we will never appear before you again."
Actually, Old Mrs. Hong only wanted twenty thousand yuan.
She said thirty thousand as a precaution against Zhao Qingya bargaining.
What she didn't know was that Zhao Qingya was very wealthy, and thirty thousand yuan meant nothing to her.
She also didn't know that Zhao Qingya did not trust their word at all.
To eliminate future troubles, they had already become dead in her eyes.
What's there to say to the dead?
