Li Huaide's face shifted from ashen to a stiff, deathly gray the instant Shazhu uttered the word "unhurried."
His clenched fists trembled slightly against the seams of his trousers, his fingernails digging deep into his palms as he barely managed to suppress the boiling rage and humiliation threatening to erupt.
Ten yuan, and that was just for mental anguish? Compensation? Still not enough? Still playing hard to get?
Chapter 109