"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely convey it!"
Saying this, the young master quickly stood up, lowered his head, and hurried away.
"Wait!"
"Is there... anything else?" The young master turned his head and looked at you with a somewhat stiff expression.
"The bodyguard you hit just now broke his nose. While treating them, give an extra fifty thousand for medical expenses."
"I will definitely do so!"
The young master was afraid that you had other requests, so he quickly dashed into the alley with his bodyguards and left in a hurry.
"Humph!"
You sneered and continued walking.
When you arrived at the nursing home, your grandpa was playing chess with an old man, surrounded by a few old pals watching intently.
You didn't disturb them and instead went into the main hall, where you found Yan Zisu sitting on a small stool, trimming the nails of an elderly lady with gray hair.
