How could Song's mother bear to take out 20,000 yuan at once?

Moreover, even if she were completely ignorant, she could tell that the thug had only dislocated his shoulder, and the medical expenses plus rehabilitation costs would not amount to 20,000 yuan at all, at most a few thousand yuan.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go to the hospital with you, and I'll pay your medical bills directly."

If you pay directly to the hospital, the medical expenses will definitely be less.

But the blond guy saw through her thoughts at a glance.

"It's up to you. It's 20,000, not a penny less. It doesn't matter whether you go or not."

He was determined to get the money, no matter what Song's mother said.

After running around for so long without accomplishing anything and even getting injured, they dared not say anything in front of their boss, but they could still try to get some benefits from Song's mother.

Song's mother's already heavy heart sank again.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her lips trembled and she couldn't utter a single sentence.

"Twenty thousand is far too much, I really can't afford it, could you reduce it a bit..."

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man and the injured thug seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Too much? You took 500,000 from our boss, and you still think 20,000 is too much? Anyway, my brother is injured, so you have to pay the 20,000 whether you can or not!"

As he spoke, the blond-haired man grabbed Song's mother by the collar and dragged her forward, as if he were carrying trash.

Song's mother was dragged so far that her feet barely touched the ground.

Her body kept leaning forward, as if she would fall to the ground if he let go.

How could her old bones withstand such torment?

Where are you taking me?

The blond-haired man snorted coldly: "Weren't you going to the hospital with us? It's a good opportunity to have a doctor take a look at you too."

Song's mother was extremely flustered.

"I'm not sick, I'm not going!"

The blond-haired man wouldn't let go of her.

Whether you are sick or not is not up to you to decide, but up to me.

Sensing the threat in his words, Song's mother had no other choice but to quickly say, "I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!"

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man finally released her, a smug smile on his face that made him look extremely repulsive.

"It will just take two days. I don't have that much money on me. I'll go to the bank and withdraw it in a couple of days and then I'll call you."

The blond-haired man glared at her fiercely.

"You old geezer, don't try anything funny with me!"

"No, no! I really don't have that much money on me. If I did, I would give it to you now. Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I get the money."

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man snorted coldly and left with the injured thug.

Meanwhile, Song Mai led Chu Xing a long way until the company was completely out of sight before stopping.

She stared blankly at the streetlights that lit up in the distance, her gaze unfocused and revealing nothing of her thoughts, but she held onto the man's hand tightly.

After a while, just as the man was about to speak, the woman's voice rang out softly.

Why?

Why can't we ever escape it?

"Songmai".

Chu Xing called to her with some concern.

However, the woman did not react at all and remained standing straight.

Chu Xing called her name again, but she still didn't answer.

Her condition worried the man greatly. He pulled her suddenly, and the woman cried out in surprise, falling backward without warning.

Just when Song Mai thought she was about to fall, the man wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Song Mai placed one hand on his chest, her heart pounding.

"you……"

She stared wide-eyed, somewhat unable to look directly at the man in front of her, her face still streaked with wet tears.

Chu Xing wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice clear and pleasant.

"If you want to cry, then cry."

He had a faint, cool pine scent that lingered around her nose, as if reminding her of the distance between them.

Song Mai was indeed very sad. It wasn't that she still had hope for her mother, but that she couldn't understand why a mother could be so heartless to her own daughter, disregarding her life and death for money.

As a mother, she herself was afraid of Liu Weiqiang and worried about what Liu Weiqiang might do to the Song family. Didn't she worry at all about her daughter's safety?

Yes, if she had even a little bit of concern for me, her daughter, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

The man's words echoed in her ears, and she felt a sense of security for no apparent reason.

It was as if he could feel all the grievances accumulated in his chest.

Tears burst forth like a flood.

Perhaps that's just how people are. They can endure being wronged on their own, but if they meet someone they care about, someone who can give them a sense of security, then they can no longer bear the grievances.

At first, Song Mai cried silently, then it turned into soft sobs, and finally she burst into tears.

The man held her silently, wiping away her tears.

Song Mai finally cried until her tears soaked the clothes on his shoulders, her little face turning ashen like a cat's.

She looked at the man's shoulders, which were soaked with sweat, and left his embrace somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I was too emotional just now and I got your clothes dirty. I'll wash them for you when we get home."

"Need not."

The man took off his trench coat, revealing a simple yet clean white shirt underneath. In the setting sun, he appeared even more gentle and beautiful.

Song Mai suddenly felt a little afraid to look at him. Even though he seemed to have changed, Song Mai felt that the way he looked at her was different.

It seemed like something was added, and something was missing, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

"Go back?"

"good."

Song Mai nodded and started walking towards where the electric scooter was parked.

But after taking two steps, the man didn't move, and she realized that she was still holding his hand.

"Still unwilling to let go?"

The man's tone was languid, and his words carried a hint of teasing, causing Song Mai to blush instantly, her face turning bright red all the way to her ears.

Even the back of her fair neck had a faint pinkish tinge.

She quickly let go and apologized like a child who had done something wrong.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Just kidding.

The man chuckled, and this time he took her hand in his own.

Let's go.

His hands were dry and warm.

It just happened to cover Song Mai's hand.

Song Mai followed behind him the whole way. He walked very fast, perhaps because of his long legs and large strides. She had to jog from time to time to keep up.

While crossing the street, the man stopped to wait for the red light. Song Mai didn't stop in time and her face bumped hard into his back, making her nose red.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."

She apologized instinctively, which made the man frown.

How many times has this happened?

Song Mai was puzzled by his seemingly random question.