"Of course, this isn't made of gold, but in my eyes, it's worth thirty thousand. I wonder if you're willing to pay up,"
Ye Luo clenched his fist, smiling as he spoke, the implication clear—pay up or face the consequences!
Guang Liang's complexion turned as ugly as if he had eaten shit, morphing into a liver-like color, exhaling several breaths before he managed to suppress the raging fury inside, saying, "I'll pay."
"Hold on, I haven't finished yet."
"You…"
Guang Liang was once again on the verge of exploding with rage, his fists crackling, and he said with a somber face, "What else do you want to do?"
"This chair is also broken, don't you think you should compensate me for it?"
Ye Luo pointed at the barstool on the ground as he spoke.
"Isn't that the one you kicked over?"
"And wasn't that because you were sitting on it? Otherwise, why would I have kicked it? So, you should also foot the bill for that."
"Say it, how much?"