Chang Jiao slowly turned her head, saying nothing.
For the sake of her family, it wasn't appropriate to fall out with Xiao Yihe directly now. Her hand, hidden under the blanket, gradually tightened. She ignored the injury on her hand, furrowing her brow in pain, but she held back without making a sound.
Xiao Yihe thought Chang Jiao was yielding, so his expression lightened slightly.
"Alright, stop putting on that half-dead look. It's bad luck for those who see it. I know you've suffered this time. I'll give you ten million, and send your whole family abroad as compensation."
Ten million? Heh, can ten million bring my dead child back to life?
What Chang Jiao didn't know was that ten million was already the limit for Xiao Yihe now, otherwise, fearing what Chang Jiao might say, he wouldn't even offer that amount.
"Ten million is not enough." Chang Jiao gritted her teeth and forced out these five words.
