"Just, really confused!"
Song Yi turned around and looked at the elderly man.
"What's wrong?"
The man had been squatting down checking on an injured person, but now he also stood up.
"I just saw that you guys came out of this house.
You used our stuff without even a thank you."
"Thank you!"
"You..."
He hadn't expected Song Yi to actually respond according to his words, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
He then chuckled again.
"Young man, you're not from around here, are you?
How come you don't know any of the rules? Staying in a house means paying rent!"
Zhang Kaiyang looked at the old man, who had the face of a scoundrel, clearly trying to fleece them!
"So what if we're not locals? Just because we didn't speak in dialect?"
"Humph, good that you know."
Goodness, this is an old scoundrel for sure.
"Have you no shame? If it weren't for us just now, one more of you would have died.
Is this how you treat your lifesavers, not afraid of retribution?"