"So, Grandma," Tang Zhizhou pointed at Liu Cui and continued, "If you don't like that auntie, we'll really sue her. It's just a matter of one phone call!"

Tang Zhizhou was a troublemaker, and Ding Kemeng had figured that out. She rolled her eyes at him and said softly, "Zhou'er, stop fooling around!"

After Ding Kemeng said something, Tang Zhizhou chuckled and didn't stir up any more trouble.

"Ziyin." Ding Kemeng stepped forward, tugged at Lu Ziyin's hand, looked at Liu Cui sitting on the ground, and said calmly, "Aunt Liu, I don't know how you usually behave in the village, and I don't care, but now your family has set its sights on me, and I'm not stupid! From the very beginning, this whole thing was your son and daughter extorting my friend, and not only did you fail to educate your children properly, you continued to be their accomplice. Now that things have blown up, you think you can just let it go with a few apologies? There's no such easy thing in this world!"

"Then, what do you want!" Liu Cui's voice was hoarse from crying, but she still glared at Ding Kemeng.

Lu Ziyin got angry when he saw her still glaring at Ding Kemeng, but luckily Ding Kemeng pulled him away.

"Pay up. The pants are worth over 10,000 yuan, plus the medical expenses for the injuries. 20,000 yuan." Ding Kemeng roughly calculated and didn't ask for too much. Lu Ziyin's pants should be worth more than 20,000 yuan, but even if she asked for more, the Gao family probably couldn't afford to pay it back.

"What did you say? Twenty thousand!" Liu Cui's hoarse voice suddenly rose in the courtyard as she roared, "Why don't you just rob me? Impossible! Don't even think about it! I won't pay you back!"