At this moment, in a small grocery store, a richly dressed young girl was standing in front of a couple, looking at them unkindly.
"Are you taking advantage of the situation? Besides compensating Ji Zhiye's family, I've already given you two million extra, and you're still not satisfied? Truly insatiable!"
The couple was not young anymore, and a child of about seven or eight was sitting at a desk nearby, doing homework.
This grocery store was somewhat remote, so although the business wasn't bad, it was certainly far from thriving.
In recent years, if it weren't for their elder son working as a driver for the Li Family, earning tens of thousands in year-end bonuses and red envelopes each year, they might not have made it through many major events.
Now the eldest Miss Li, Li Jiaojiao, stood before them, looking at them with extreme disdain.
