Strictly speaking, the person outside wasn't just knocking; they were pounding on the door. After a moment of thought, he opened it, only to see a middle-aged man with a gloomy, furious face standing in the doorway.
"You're Qin Mu, right?" The man questioned him directly.
Qin Mu nodded. His gaze, however, remained fixed on a courier package in the man's hand.
"Good. The package you sent scared my son so badly he suffered an intracranial hypertensive hemorrhage and had to be hospitalized. I'm here to discuss compensation." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, getting straight to the point.
Qin Mu's mouth twitched. Compensation? He'd already figured out what happened from the courier package. The recipient written on it was indeed himself, along with the building, unit, and apartment numbers. That's how the man had found him so quickly.
