They weren't very old, both around their fifties, and still looked relatively strong and healthy. Seeing their daughter largely unharmed, Xu's mother burst out, "Daughter, why are you so foolish? Did Zhong Minghui wrong you? Where is he? Why didn't he come when something like this happened?"
Xu's father also angrily demanded, "Where is Zhong Minghui? Why is he hiding? Isn't he going to pay the medical expenses?"
"Dad, Mom…"
Both her parents were looking at her.
Xu Xiaoya's voice was faint. "Dad, can you ask my younger brother to return my savings to me?"
The couple looked at each other.
"That's the money I slaved away for all those years! I now owe people two to three hundred thousand, and I have to pay it back…"
