Before, twenty taels of silver was nothing to him, but now, with the Mo family fallen on hard times and life so difficult that even meals were a problem, this money was a lifesaver. Therefore, Ruan Xinzhi was absolutely unwilling to relent.
Old Lady Mo, her face full of heartache, shook her head vigorously, "Our family doesn't have that much silver, none, none at all."
"Old woman, have you ever heard this saying?"
"What saying?"
"Spending money to ward off disasters."
"Are you threatening me, old woman?"
"I dare not threaten Old Lady Mo, but you should also consider whether silver is more important, or your son's legs are more important. You better think it through, old lady. If one day I'm in a bad mood, maybe your son will no longer have his legs," Ruan Xinzhi said, his tone full of threats. After all, he was no longer any kind of gentleman and did not need to concern himself with his reputation.