"I...hit..." Yang Anshi mumbled, even glaring fiercely at Yang Ruxin, "Don't want her...want compensation..."
"Give them ten taels of silver." Qi Jinghao didn't dwell any longer.
Yuan Hua then handed over a silver ingot.
"That's too little, are you treating us like beggars..." Yang Baihe was displeased, "At least... give... give... a hundred taels."
Yuan Hua's lip twitched, thinking to himself that she really dared to ask.
"Aunt." At this moment, Yang Rusong, who had heard the news, ran over. One look at the scene and he understood, hastily rebuking Yang Baihe sternly, "What are you doing?"
Yang Baihe was somewhat intimidated by this big nephew, but for the sake of silver, she only shrank her neck: "What do you mean what am I doing? They hit your grandma, and as her grandson, you're not helping her seek justice, yet you have the nerve to question me?"
"Grandma is fine at home, how could she end up in the village?" Yang Rusong looked disappointed.
