"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'm willing to compensate you! I have money! I'll give you all the money I've embe... oh no, saved up over the years!"
The fat manager clutched Lin Qingfeng's pant leg, his face a mess of snot and tears. He even tried to wipe it on the hem of Lin Qingfeng's robe.
Lin Qingfeng pulled his leg back in disgust.
"Money?"
He chuckled, then pointed over the fat manager's head toward his junior sister, who was still "bobbing" in place behind him.
"Look at my maidservant. You people made her quite angry just now."
"I've always been a democratic person. Whether you live or die, go ask her."
"If she nods, I'll spare your life."
Hearing this, the fat manager felt as if he'd been granted amnesty.
He frantically turned his head to look at Su Ling'er not far away.
The young maidservant didn't look very old and had a slender frame.
'She looks rather psychotic, but there should be a chance, right? I should still have a hope of survival, right?'
