Deduct Money

Yu Yizhou's leg hadn't fully recovered, and he was limping. When he saw Han Chen's car coming towards him, he panicked and kept retreating until he stumbled and fell on the concrete ground.

The dark blue BMW stopped just two meters away from him, and Yu Yizhou could even hear the screeching sound of the brakes.

Han Chen rolled down the car window and reached out a hand, motioning him to step aside.

Yu Yizhou hurriedly got up and moved to the side.

As Han Chen passed him, he stopped the car and glanced at Yu Yizhou. "Came to find Zhou Mo again?"

Yu Yizhou trembled and replied, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Ask for money?" Han Chen asked.

Yu Yizhou hesitated for a moment and then gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes!"

"How much?" Han Chen remained unusually calm.

Yu Yizhou's heart felt heavy, "Are you going to compensate Zhou Mo?"

"Not really," Han Chen replied.

Yu Yizhou felt like he was being played, "If you won't compensate her, why even mention it?"