Just as Mu Bingtong was so angry that her breathing became rapid, a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder: "Let me handle this."
Turning around, it was Chu Ge's face with a mild smile. For some reason, when Mu Bingtong saw this smiling face, the anger and panic in her heart melted away like snow meeting sunlight.
Meanwhile, Chu Ge had already walked over to the middle-aged man, crouching down to look at him: "Breaking one of your legs costs one hundred thousand yuan for compensation?"
The middle-aged man's face flashed a slightly unnatural expression, but he still stubbornly said: "That's right! Breaking my leg and you paying one hundred thousand yuan is already cheap."
After speaking, he seemed to say in a negotiating tone: "One hundred thousand yuan, should be nothing to you, just pay up, and I'll leave immediately, I promise not to bother you again!"
However, Chu Ge seemed as if he hadn't heard him speak at all, still asking casually: "One hundred thousand for a leg, really?"