"Brother-in-law, don't give it to them!" Qin Zhengrong looked a bit stunned, repeatedly stopping him.
Is brother-in-law going to compensate Zhao Mingzhe? Why should he give them? Zhao Mingzhe was clearly so excessive, speaking about Master like that, why compensate them?!
It's really frustrating...
Under Qin Zhengrong's full refusal and Zhao Mingzhe's mother and son's full expectation, Han Luoli finished writing without any interference. He gave the girl an understanding smile and tore off the check with his long fingers.
He held it in his hand, pinching that slightly thick piece of paper between his clearly jointed index and middle fingers.
"Here's One Hundred Thousand Yuan." His gaze fell across, speaking coldly.
"One Hundred Thousand?!"
This time, not only were Zhao Mingzhe's mother and son shocked, but even the surrounding parents and students were also taken aback, their eyes glued to the paper Han Luoli was holding.
