As he said this, he pushed the card toward Jiang Chen.
Forty-six thousand.
It must've been Ai Qian's family's entire savings, which, compared to other families, was quite significant—a lump sum of nearly half a million.
"Uncle, Ai Qian and I have already talked about it. She will pay me back for the medical expenses in the future."
Jiang Chen did not accept it.
"What's the difference. Don't worry, even if I have to borrow money, I won't let you pay both in money and in effort."
"Uncle, I can't accept your money. If you really want to give it, then let Ai Qian give it to me."
Seeing the boy's resolve, Ai Qian's father did not press further. He slowly lowered his hand, pinching the card that represented a lifetime of savings, and took a deep drag of his cigarette.
"Jiang Chen, although this is our first meeting, I am here on behalf of Ai Qian's mother, to sincerely apologize to you."