"If saying sorry worked, then what do we need the police for?" Qiao Chuchu said stubbornly.
Her words were unforgiving, but in reality... she wasn't really that angry anymore.
She knew that Fu Ziqian lost control and injured her because her visiting the gigolo deeply upset him.
The woman you love going to find a gigolo...
If the man she loved went to find a call girl, she might end up killing him.
Putting herself in his shoes, she could understand Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu and nodded, "Yes, the police are useless, so... I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
"..." Qiao Chuchu glared at Fu Ziqian, "Who wants you to spend your life making it up to me?"
"I hurt you, so naturally I have to make it up to you," Fu Ziqian said seriously.
"You can make it up to me with money," Qiao Chuchu said.
Although she wasn't lacking money, no one ever thinks they have too much of it.
The more money, the better, of course.
"I don't have money," Fu Ziqian said.
