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"What do you think...?" Ms. Zhang's eyes darted around, her previous arrogance and domineering attitude completely gone.

"In my opinion, you must pay compensation! My husband fell in your house, broke his hand and his front tooth, and is now in the hospital unable to move. You must pay me every penny of the medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress!"

Pei Xingzhi adjusted his slipping glasses; this usually gentle man was unusually impatient.

"Stop repeating the same nonsense. The police have already shown you the way to protect your rights. You can either hire a lawyer to talk to me, or you can go directly to court to file a lawsuit. The choice is yours."

"W-What do you mean I have to choose for myself?" Ms. Zhang glared, putting on a strong front, but she didn't dare to meet Pei Xingzhi's gaze. "Get this straight, I'm the victim in this whole thing!"

"..." Pei Xingzhi was too lazy to argue with her.

He turned around, looked at the two agents standing to the side, and asked in a deep voice, "What's your opinion?"

As the store manager, Xiao Liu stepped forward to answer: "Mr. Pei, this matter is simple in some ways and complicated in others. In our opinion, it would be better to hire a lawyer."

"Lawyers are professionals, and it's up to professionals to determine who bears more or less responsibility. As for going to court, I personally feel it's unnecessary. Your house is really nice, and Ms. Zhang and her husband genuinely like it. If everyone can resolve things amicably, this business might be able to continue."

Pei Xingzhi: "No need, I won't sell my house to her."

"You—" Ms. Zhang put her hands on her hips, her savage energy returning, "Why won't you sell it to me?"

Pei Xingzhi glanced at her sideways: "This house is mine, so why should I?"

Ms. Zhang was speechless for a moment.

Pei Xingzhi glared at her warningly, then continued speaking to Xiao Liu, "My house is so nice, I have no trouble selling it. Don't bring any more customers like her here, understand?"

Xiao Liu was in a difficult position: "Mr. Pei, this..."

Pei Xingzhi's face was cold, and he spoke without any mercy: "This house is mine, and I have the right to choose the buyer. If you think my conditions are excessive, then I can take the house back right now. There are so many real estate agencies in Yuncheng; what you can't do, someone else can."

"No! Don't do that!" Xiao Li said with a forced smile, quickly stepping forward to stop him. "Mr. Pei, your conditions are not unreasonable at all. We can do it, we absolutely can! Rest assured, in the future, when we show houses to you, we will screen the quality of our clients in advance and resolutely prevent similar incidents from happening again."

Pei Xingzhi neither agreed nor disagreed. He took out his phone and sent a message to a lawyer friend he knew before speaking: "This matter is not only the responsibility of the buyer and seller, but your intermediary company also bears some responsibility."

"As far as I know, Ms. Zhang and her husband wore shoe covers provided by your agency when they came to view the property, is that right?"

Xiao Li nodded: "Yes."

Pei's mother said regretfully, "I told you not to wear them. The floor is tiled, and the shoe covers are made of slippery plastic. It's easy to slip and fall when you wear them on the tiles."

Xiao Li scratched his head: "Aunt Pei, I was just afraid of getting your house dirty."

“I don’t mind,” said Pei’s mother. “I’ve repeatedly emphasized that I can just mop it again later if it gets dirty, but you won’t listen and insist on letting them come in wearing shoe covers.”

"..." Xiao Li had no words to refute.

Pei Xingzhi said coldly, "I've already found a lawyer. I'll discuss how to divide the responsibility in this matter with you later."

"Ms. Zhang, please leave your contact information. As soon as the lawyer determines the liability, I will immediately transfer the compensation amount to you."

Ms. Zhang reluctantly left her WeChat ID.

Pei Xingzhi didn't want to get entangled with them, so he added them on WeChat and then saw them off.

"Oh!"

The door closed, and Pei's mother let out a soft "ouch" as she groaned in pain.

Pei Xingzhi helped her sit down on the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water.

"Finally, they've sent them away." Mother Pei took the water glass and drank more than half of it in one gulp. "They were arguing all afternoon; my ears are about to get infected."

Pei Xingzhi patted her back to help her catch her breath: "You've worked hard, Mom. Go and rest for a while. I'll take care of the rest."

"No." Mrs. Pei put down her water glass and waved her hand. "It's getting late, I have to go cook for you. Xiao Song worked the hardest today, how about I make him a braised pork knuckle rice bowl as compensation?"

"Great!" Qin Song's mouth watered at the mention of "braised pork knuckle over rice." She looked up at Pei's mother, her eyes sparkling, "Mom, how did you know I've been craving this lately?"

Pei's mother smiled and patted her head: "I saw your like when I was watching WeChat video."

"Hehe..." Qin Song was a little embarrassed.

"You two rest, I'll go cook." Pei's mother put on an apron, turned around and went into the kitchen.

Qin Song glanced back at the kitchen and saw that Pei's mother was already busy. Then he bowed and leaned close to Pei Xingzhi, lowering his voice to say, "I know who hit you."

Pei Xingzhi looked down at her and replied in the same tone, "I know too."

Qin Song: "Is it Qin Wushuang?"

Pei Xingzhi: "Yes. I had the police check the surveillance footage at the hospital entrance, and they found that Qin Wushuang also went to that hospital on the day of the incident. In addition, he was also dressed in all black."

"You're insane..." Qin Song couldn't help but curse.

Pei Xingzhi brushed a stray hair from her forehead and asked softly, "How did you determine it was him?"

Qin Song sneered: "He self-destructed."

"Huh?" Pei Xingzhi didn't understand.

Qin Song then recounted in detail how Qin Wushuang had helped her out of the predicament, including their subsequent heated exchange.

After listening, Pei Xingzhi had a vague guess in his mind.

This guess was too shocking, and Pei Xingzhi, looking into Qin Song's clear eyes, dared not utter it aloud.

Qin Song remained oblivious, still unilaterally cursing Qin Wushuang: "I really think he's out of his mind. I've already been kicked out of the Qin family, why is he still bothering me? What did I owe him in my past life?"

“You don’t owe him anything.” Pei Xingzhi reached out and lifted Qin Song’s chin, suddenly finding the little mole on the tip of Qin Song’s nose quite cute.

"You've settled all ties with the Qin family; you owe them nothing."

Qin Song tilted her head in his palm, looking charmingly innocent: "But he doesn't want to let me go. Pei Xingzhi, what if he tries to harm you again in the future?"

Pei Xingzhi gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Don't be afraid. Although I'm bankrupt now, I still have some connections. I have ways to keep him at bay."

"But you... I'm worried that he might..."