"How much can your dad give?"
"I... my dad has no money." Zhao Jin's eyes were full of panic, stuttering:
"Really, I'm not lying to you."
"Slap!"
Pan Zi slapped him hard, swelling Zhao Jin's cheek:
"Bullshit, your dad is notorious for his greed, knows billionaires, and you tell me he has no money? Trying to fool me?"
"Looking for a beating!"
"Waa..."
Zhao Jin burst into tears, trembling all over, the cushion underneath him soaked through.
"Damn!"
Pan Zi's face changed dramatically:
"Incontinence?"
"Ugly is one thing, but smelling too, your dad better come up with money, or I'll kill you first!"
...
In the hall.
Everyone was busy.
The sound of urgent footsteps and shouts never ceased, yet it didn't appear chaotic. Everyone had a serious expression, their faces void of smiles, as a solemn atmosphere permeated the air.
On the huge screen, the video uploaded by Su Weijun was playing.
"Everyone."
