When Mrs. Sun heard Gu Jiaojiao say she could have as much as she wanted, she instantly wondered, 'Is this Gu Zhiqing an idiot? Is she here just to give me money?'
Still, she felt something was off about Gu Jiaojiao. She seemed a little too calm.
But then she remembered how rich Gu Jiaojiao was. 'A rich girl like her probably doesn't care about this paltry sum!'
With that thought, Mrs. Sun's courage grew.
Ignoring her stinging cheek and the pain in her stomach, she held up a number of fingers.
"Fifty."
"You beat me up like this. You owe me at least fifty—no, one hundred! At least one hundred..."
Mrs. Sun's eyes darted around. Deciding fifty was too little, she immediately changed it to one hundred.
Gu Jiaojiao was unperturbed.
"One hundred, is it? No problem."
"But I'll need to borrow something from your house."
With that, Gu Jiaojiao walked straight into the Sun family's kitchen and came out holding their kitchen cleaver.
