"I know you don't need me to take care of you, but since that's the case, just pay up, will you? I did spend quite a bit on your hospital stay and treatment after all. You've got to pay me back every penny."
Lin Yi slapped the bill right onto Zhao Guangchen's face, urging him to pay up quickly so he could leave.
Charity was not his thing.
Zhao Guangchen, unable to take such an insult, reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet.
But then it hit him—he didn't have any money on him, not a single dime.
Besides, his wife had already canceled all his bank cards.
The atmosphere turned awkward. He had been defiant about not needing help, but now he couldn't even produce the cash.
Lin Yi clearly intended not to leave without the money.
"You go on back first, leave your contact information. I'll transfer the money to you, don't worry. I absolutely won't skip town. After all, I don't want to owe someone like you. It's just that I can't pay you right now, so please leave!"