Tian Yaru took a close look at Wu Dachuan and immediately remembered that he was a relative of that dead girl. "So what if I know him? Do you have something to discuss?"
"Of course there's something! You promised that as long as our Li Si donated the bone marrow, apart from the 300,000, the remaining 200,000 would be paid. It's been a struggle to find you, so shouldn't you give us the money now?" Li Guofu sized up Tian Yaru, his mouth not idle.
Tian Yaru was furious: "Why should I give you anything?" She truly couldn't believe it, what could two rural paupers do to her?
Li Guofu narrowed his eyes viciously: "So you're not planning to keep your word?"
"Do you have any evidence? How can you prove that I ever promised you anything?" After she finished speaking, seeing their anxious faces, but unable to retort, she continued with a cold snort, "This is Beijing, not your small hometown. Let me tell you, you don't have the clout to play tough with me!"
