Looking at Ma Xiangming keeping his silence, Ma Yongcai lost his interest in reprimanding his son. His wife, Huang Lan, knew that her husband had a fiery temper. So she came out and spoke softly, “How can you get him to kneel? He’s still injured!”

“Keep spoiling him!” Ma Yongcai raged. He waved his hand and pointed at Ma Xiangming, “Come with me to the study room!”

Ma Xiangming struggled to get up on his feet and walked to the study room with his cane. Ma Xiangming pointed at the envelope on the desk and instructed, “Give this to Wu Jun tomorrow!”

Ma Xiangming was shocked. He immediately revealed a fawning smine, “How much money is that?”

“¥500,000!” Ma Yongcai snorted.

“Isn’t it a little too much?” Ma Xiangming frowned.

Slamming on the desk, Ma Yongcai roared, “That’s a life you’re talking about! You should be grateful that he’s alive. Otherwise, you won’t be able to get out of this mess no matter how much you pay!”

However, Ma Xiangming didn’t agree with his father....