Chen Xue’er’s face was full of embarrassment, her fingers tightly pinching the palm of her hand, eyes fixed on Su Li.
In the end, she still didn’t have this matter in her control? And she had to compensate three million?
Three million isn’t a small figure for her either...
But those around couldn’t help nodding.
"Su Li is quite decent; reducing the compensation from ten million to three million is very reasonable."
"Exactly. If it were someone else, they would definitely be required to pay the original price!"
Public opinion seemed, in an instant, to fall back into Su Li’s hands.
What Su Li did was called "A small punishment as a great warning!"
Su Li looked at Chen Xue’er’s almost crying expression and smirked meaningfully: "If you feel this handling isn’t good, why don’t you negotiate the ten million yourself with the curator?"
Chen Xue’er wailed, feeling aggrieved and hurriedly exclaimed, "The handling is great! Thank you, I... I’m very satisfied!"
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian looked at Chen Xue’er’s expression, which was akin to constipation, and couldn’t help but want to snicker.
Being asked to compensate three million, yet you still have to cry and say thank you.
Seeing Chen Xue’er’s expression, Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian both felt a sense of revenge accomplished rising in their hearts.
Su Li smiled slightly and walked away with Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian.
The sun outside was already blazing, Xu Haohao took out a pink parasol, opened it, still somewhat indignant, and said, "Xiao Li, if not for Chen Xue’er trying to get involved with you, she should have paid Painting God ten million! Her dad would be furious."
Xu Haohao’s family is actually quite well-off in Jiang City and naturally knows Chen Family’s daughter Chen Xue’er.
Lu Xiaomian yawned, her voice a bit soft: "Wrong, Xiao Li is advancing by retreating."
Xu Haohao was a bit puzzled, not understanding Lu Xiaomian’s meaning.
Lu Xiaomian said, "If it’s ten million, there might be a lawsuit. Chen Xue’er could also sue the art gallery for negligent care of ’Spring Day Painting’, with shared responsibility, certainly not resulting in ten million. And Chen Xue’er surely bought accident insurance, hardly any compensation." Thıs text ıs hosted at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Xu Haohao’s eyes instantly lit up, smiled and said, "So Xiao Li, you had Chen Xue’er agree not to trouble the gallery anymore, while having her pay three million?"
This is a solid three million compensation!
Now, Chen Xue’er might not die, but she’ll lose a layer of skin.
Xu Haohao saw Su Li nodding, and sighed, "Actually, all of this is ultimately thanks to Seventh Master Feng! If he hadn’t told the gallery not to mind this matter, the situation might have been very different."
Lu Xiaomian nodded in agreement.
A slight blush appeared on Su Li’s face, yet she felt a bit puzzled inside.
Could it really be... Feng Huaijin?
How did he know they had gone to see the painting at the gallery suddenly?
He can’t be insane enough to have someone follow them, right?
However... her heart couldn’t help but overflow with a touch of sweetness, like honey, sweet and sugary.
Su Li took out her phone and sent a WeChat message: "Thanks a lot for what happened at the gallery today."
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian elongated their voices, squealing beside them.
They really have something going on...
Feng Huaijin leaned against the hospital stone pillar, smelling the unpleasant disinfectant odor, and when he saw the WeChat message, his sword eyebrows lightly raised.
The gallery curator had the legal department handle Chen Xue’er’s issue, just then turned and wiped the sweat and headed towards the office.
As soon as he entered, the office landline rang.
The curator quickly answered, a cold voice came from the other side: "How is Su Li’s matter being handled?"