Niu Dali waved a hand.
"You don't need to thank me. I'm not some bleeding heart.
I was just worried that if you were beaten to death, the silver you owed our restaurant would go down the drain. That's why I stepped in to save you.
Oh, right, we went to the Zhao residence to collect the money. They said we should collect it from whoever owed it, and they wouldn't pay the debts of a fake young master for you."
Zhao Nianxi smiled bitterly. Ever since he had been driven out of the Zhao Family, he had tasted the warmth and coldness of human hearts, enduring humiliation, beatings, and abuse many times.
He had thought he had finally met a kind person, but it turned out the man was only afraid that no one would repay the silver if he died.
He lowered his head and said,
"I don't have any silver."
In the past, Zhao Nianxi had never given five hundred taels of silver a second thought. Now, however, that was an astronomical sum to him.
"That's all right. Once your injuries have healed, you can work off your debt at my restaurant."
Zhao Nianxi had never expected anyone to take him in when he was homeless. It was an unexpected blessing, and he said,
"All right, Shopkeeper Niu. I'll work hard."
"You were beaten unconscious and covered in injuries. You'll have to work off the silver I spent on the doctor, too."
"Of course I should repay that."
Seeing this, Guagua curled its lip.
[That Niu Dali really has a black heart.
He extorted a hundred and fifty taels from Wang Biao and the others. The Zhao Family hired that doctor themselves, so he didn't spend a single coin.
Now Niu Dali still has the gall to