The young man's voice was pleasant, clear, and pure, like the sound of heaven.
He probably didn't expect someone to stand up for him, and seemed a bit uneasy.
Chuzheng pulled her sleeve back, giving him a warning look, the young man's eyes flickered slightly, and he sheepishly withdrew his hand.
Chuzheng continued asking the person on the ground, "Do you want money?"
"You must pay!" The old man expressed somewhat tactfully.
"Right, this must be compensated."
"It's reasonable to hit someone now, isn't it?"
The bystanders chimed in agreement.
Chuzheng crouched down, laid the plastic bag in front of him: "There's Fifty Thousand Yuan here."
The old man's eyes instantly brightened, showing a greedy look, while the few people who had been helping the old man exchanged glances.
"Are you going to help him pay?" Someone asked: "Is he your friend?"
"I don't know him." Chuzheng paused, then said something that made everyone want to beat her: "But I have money."
"..."
