"Ah, this..."
"You won't dig out his eyes, is that it? Then we'll dig out yours!"
"No, please! I'm severely nearsighted. My eyes really aren't suitable." The man with glasses was so scared he nearly wet himself.
The middle-aged woman soothed her grandson for a moment before her expression turned cold. "Since we're here, we won't be leaving empty-handed. I'll give you five minutes to solve this, or else..."
"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it right away!" The man's back was drenched in cold sweat as he rushed straight toward Shen Qiushi. "Old man, it would've been so much simpler if you'd just died quietly. Why did you have to come back to life?" he said angrily. "Today, you will donate whether you want to or not! You signed the agreement, so you must take responsibility. We can always increase the price tenfold!"
