While Han Mingchao was on the phone, Leng Feifei gently held Ling Chen's hand and whispered, "Ling Chen, this doesn't seem right. Maybe... maybe we should drop it. After all, I haven't really suffered any loss."
"You haven't suffered any loss?" Ling Chen widened his eyes and said, "Your loss is considerable, both mentally and physically, so this money must be compensated." Pausing for a moment, Ling Chen lowered his voice and said, "Feifei, trust me, I'm doing this for your own good."
"But..." Leng Feifei looked at Han Mingchao on the phone with some disbelief and said, "Why would he pay us so much money?"
Ling Chen smiled slightly and said confidently, "You don't need to worry about that. Just wait and see, he'll obediently hand the money over to us." Just as he finished speaking, Han Mingchao put down his phone, picked up the checkbook, and walked over.
