"Why do you care what we think!" Hong Baozhu snapped back in angry embarrassment.
"I don't care what you think, I just want to know on what basis you are demanding the Qin Family to bring out the Divine Doctor to treat you. Without sincerity, you create a scene and draw a crowd; I have reason to suspect you're trying to morally blackmail the Divine Doctor."
"Moreover, as far as I know, neither of you works, just sitting at our community gate all day, yet you don't even intend to exchange these basic local products for fresh ones."
Zhanyu's analysis was logical and convincing.
The onlookers couldn't help but speak up after hearing his analysis:
"It sounds like you two are trying to morally blackmail the Divine Doctor, aren't you? Being broke is one thing, but having no money and no sincerity are two different matters altogether."
"Being broke isn't your fault, but thinking others should accommodate you just because you're broke is quite odd."