"You're the one who's troublesome."
Liu Zheng got angry too.
"I've already said, I'm willing to help your dad with his illness. Anyway, the expensive doctors you found couldn't cure him, why not let me take a look?"
"What do you know? Physical ailments can be treated, but the heart's illness is..."
Ma Baoli realized she might have said too much and quickly stopped.
"Why are you so concerned about my dad? Does he owe you a favor or do you have a past with him? Being overly friendly must mean there's ulterior motives, I bet you're up to something."
She stared at Liu Zheng and said.
"Alright, to be honest, I just wanted to do you a favor so you could sign for the delivery."
Having come to this point, Liu Zheng laid his cards on the table.
"I knew it. If you want to deliver, show me what you've got!"
Ma Baoli raised her eyebrows, raised and lowered her hand, and chopped towards Liu Zheng's face with her fingers tightly clenched.
"Xingyi Splitting Fist!"
