Old Man Sun rose from the ground, gritting his teeth, careful not to overstep. Zhu Yueju, covering her mouth, exclaimed incoherently, "He needs to pay a thousand or ten thousand dollars."
"Sure," Zhou Hengyang lowered his head, displaying a seemingly affable demeanour. "I just don't know if you'll live long enough to collect it."
Terrified, Zhu Yueju hastily sought refuge behind Sun Dahai.
Zhou Hengyang snorted, taking a thick wad of cash from his wallet. He handed it to Old Man Sun, saying politely, "If it's not enough, come find me. I'd appreciate it if you did. I am afraid others might disrupt the harmonious neighbourly relations."
Old Man Sun accepted the money with a cold glance, sensing he had thoroughly tested Zhou Hengyang's patience. The current Zhou Hengyang resembled Su Xuewen from his past, someone he had never dared to cross.
Now, he knew better than to provoke Zhou Hengyang.
