If he's saying that now, he will definitely follow through on his word.
Wu Bin looked at him and his clothes, finding it hard to express what he felt.
At that time.
Wu Bin paused slightly.
Finally, he asked, "How much money do you have now?"
The man was silent for a moment.
He trembled a bit and took a few hundred yuan out of his pocket.
He forced a smile.
"Sorry, things are too urgent, so—"
He felt very guilty.
He apologized right away, always feeling he owed Wu Bin an apology.
Before he could say more, Wu Bin took one yuan from his hand: "Let's say this one yuan is your compensation for me."
"As for the car issue, I'll take care of it myself. The most urgent thing now is your mother's illness, and I hope her condition improves."
"And, are you sure you have enough money to cover your mother's medical expenses now?" Wu Bin was a bit doubtful.
Judging from his attire, his family seemed quite poor.
This meant he might not have enough money on hand.
So—
