"You don't understand..." She looked at him and hesitated.
"I don't understand? It's so fucking funny, Qiao Ming, tell me, is that 300,000 yuan really important? I'll give it to you, do you want it? I'll give it to you, why the hell don't you take it? Why are you so mean, you insist on taking his money!" Zhou Dongyang sneered, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her hard.
"Yeah, 300,000 may be nothing to you, but 300,000 can save Xiaoqi's life. I'm so cheap. I took his money, and he asked me to leave you completely on condition, so I agreed." She smiled again, smiling unscrupulously.
There was a long silence.
"I was wrong..." He suddenly let go of his hand, paused, raised his head suddenly, and pointed at himself, "I'm even meaner than you!"
"Bang!" Zhou Dongyang closed the car door and started the car.
Qiao Ming raised his face, his eyes blurred by tears, and he could only see the shadow of the black Maybach with its taillights on blending into the traffic on the road.