Zhang Xiaowei nodded slightly.
"I'll pay it back for him."
The young man who hadn't taken Zhang Xiaowei seriously was startled upon hearing this.
Quickly, he began to scoff with disdain.
"Did I hear you wrong? You're saying that you'll pay back this money for him?"
It wasn't just the youngster, even the village chief and Liu Datou were stunned.
Especially Liu Datou, who looked at Zhang Xiaowei in disbelief.
Just a short while ago, he had threatened Zhang Xiaowei with a knife.
In such a short time, Zhang Xiaowei, bearing no grudges, had not only arranged for his father's leg to be treated but was now actually proposing to pay back a huge sum of 8 million for him.
The youngster frowned and warned angrily, "I don't have time for jokes. Can you even pay back 8 million?"
"Don't talk about 8 million, I can pay back 80 million," Zhang Xiaowei said confidently, and then he demanded, "Since it's a debt, take out the IOU and let's have a look."
