Lang Min turned to sit back in the car, but a fuming Lihua grabbed his shoulder and slapped him hard across his cheek.
He was stunned and a burning pain stung him. "You slapped me?"
"I will slap you again! How dare you compensate with money! Just because you are rich you think that you could get out of this by throwing money on my face? Do you think that someone's life can be compensated by this cheque?"
"I don't have time for your foolishness!" He sweated and checked the roads again.
I need to leave before those men find me!
"Get away!" He pushed her away.
But Lihua grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? You should be sent to jail and you are running away!"
They got into a small fight where he tried to shake her off. "Let me go!"
"No! People like you should rot in jail!"
Suddenly, another van stopped right in front of them and three masked goons rushed out.
The businessman, Lang Min, paled.
"Take him," the leader ordered.
