"When Jingjing died, weren't the police investigating? And she's already dead, what use would there be for me to come?" Zhou Datong might have been frightened by Yao Yu's angry outburst, as he defiantly blustered.
And the more he talked, the more he felt he was right. Not waiting for Yao Yu to speak, he continued to glare at her and angrily said, "I don't care how she died, nor do I care what happens to you in the future. If you don't cough up the money today, your old man might just end up dying right here!"
"What does that have to do with me? We don't share a drop of blood between us, the world might be a cleaner place if you died." Suddenly, Yao Yu extended her hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, looking at Zhou Datong with a cold face.
"You!" Zhou Datong was so taken aback by Yao Yu's words that he was seething with rage but found himself speechless.
