"Minmin is still young..." Zhao Shun just wanted to say when Mr. Song pounded the table again and said, "Young? I remember Zhao Min is 23 this year, right? My Song Yun is just 25 after this year! Back then, when my Song Yun bullied your Zhao Min, we were at fault, so Song Yun got whipped three hundred times, couldn't get out of bed for days. Now, your Zhao Min brandishes a gun in broad daylight and robs my Song Yun, even fires three shots. If it wasn't for Song Yun's luck, he'd be dead already. And you want to brush it off with 'she's still young'? Zhao Shun, aren't you underestimating the Song Family too much?"
Mr. Song even called out the name directly, which was quite impolite indeed.
"Hey, Old Song, don't be upset." Zhao Shun said, "I've come with sincerity, we can discuss whatever is necessary, let's speak frankly. What benefit do you want from this, I'll consider it. As for Minmin, please have some mercy and don't be too harsh on her!"
