"Grandpa! It's natural law that people get paid for their help! We've already paid, so why are you still doing this?" Wu Dabao angrily said.
Wu Santong turned his head and glared at him, quickly scolding, "Dabao! Don't talk nonsense! If it weren't for Master Zhang, would your hand be healed? Master Zhang has done so much for the Wu Family..."
Before he could finish, Wu Dabao interrupted coldly, "If it weren't for him? If it weren't for him, my hands wouldn't have been ruined!"
Zhang Dadan, seeing that he still harbored resentment, felt a bit annoyed. Old man, do you not understand why your hands ended up like that?
Not only did you not repent, but you also kept blaming and hating me; you really are a hopeless case! I might have felt a bit guilty before, but now I realize it was unnecessary!
"Mr. Wu, it seems I owe you an apology! I'm truly sorry for ruining your grandson's hands!" Zhang Dadan said coldly.
