When Jiao Fuping called him an idiot, Ye Xiu almost reflexively smacked the man but managed to hold back. He said coldly, "I'll say it again, you will regret this!"
"Trash!" Jiao Fuping sneered, no longer bothering to engage with Ye Xiu. Speaking to such a piddling nobody was beneath him.
He looked at Song Yushu teasingly and said, "Director Song, you've really outdone yourself this time compared to last year. Tsk tsk, a payout of 100,000 if the treatment fails? What a bold move. Aren't you afraid of gambling away your entire dowry?"
"Just you wait and see!" Song Yushu retorted.
There was no confidence in her words; she even lacked the courage to meet Jiao Fuping's eyes. She had very little faith in Ye Xiu.
"I'm waiting to see the Song Family go completely broke!" Jiao Fuping shrugged and turned to leave with a boisterous laugh.
"Director Jiao!" Ye Xiu called out.
"What do you want, trash?" Jiao Fuping turned and asked, his face a mask of disdain.
