Wen Jiaren, of course, took the money. The door was one thing, but Wen Zian and Wen Cheng were quite frightened by the ordeal.
She looked at the man with the buzz cut and said, "My dad had a stroke before, and now he can't speak clearly. He absolutely must not be agitated. If I had come home late today, he might have been lying down, finished. I hope there will not be a next time for this kind of incident, understood?"
The man with the buzz cut was still in a lot of pain and quickly nodded, "Understood, understood."
Wen Jiaren glanced at him indifferently, "Leave now!"
The few men felt their bodies relax and immediately caught their breath, quickly got up, and scrambled towards the exit.
