"What are you doing? This isn't a serious injury, and I haven't hurt any bones. Besides, the factory is covering the hospital expenses; how much more do you want to claim?" Che Xiaocui couldn't help frowning as she listened to He Houfu.
Asking for five thousand or even ten thousand was definitely out of the question for her; He Houfu might entertain such thoughts, but she didn't have the face for it.
"Xiaocui," He Houfu said, knowing that it must have been Miss Zhang who had fed her some fanciful story, so much so that she didn't even want the compensation anymore, "This is a work-related injury. Since it happened at work, we certainly have the right to seek compensation. We agreed last night that you would listen to me on this matter. If you don't, I won't take care of you in the future—do whatever you want."
He didn't say it out loud, but if he divorced Xiaocui, she would instantly become homeless.