"Okay, it doesn't matter how much you want to pay. I'll write you an IOU and I'll pay you the principal with interest three months later." Zuo Zuo said easily, leaving the trouble three months later.
Lin Yanfei looked at her with pride and shook his head slightly to break Zuo Zuo's fantasy: "No, I want it now."
Zuo Zuo glanced at him in vain, and replied calmly and honestly: "I don't need money, but my life."
Lin Yanfei was stunned, but before he saw Zuo Zuo's pitiful face, he was already a little annoyed. Zuo Zuo's answer made him almost jump out of the hospital bed, pointing at her: "Do you want to be a rogue?"
Zuo Zuo twisted his wrist and ordered: "Let go."
As if out of anger, Lin Yanfei tightened his grip on Zuo Zuo's wrist. Zuo Zuo gritted his teeth and choked out a few words: "Lin Yanfei, your skin is itchy, right?"