Especially Zhou Hai, who had thought it would be just an ordinary meeting—at worst, he would agree to compensate Zhang Zening within his means.
Now he felt as if he were standing on trial, his skin being peeled off layer by layer. He struggled to maintain his composure, his complexion so dark it seemed it could drip with moisture.
Suddenly, the so-called twelve years of child support came to mind—how was it that he knew nothing about it?
Looking at Liu Ying, he asked, "Twelve years of child support, is this also a lie?"
Liu Ying was about to speak when Xiao Wei interrupted from the other end, "There are receipts for the child support, signed by Liu Ying herself. If you find it hard to believe, I can present the receipts to the relevant departments for verification."
"How much in total?" Zhou Hai asked through gritted teeth.
