Chen Jiahang looked at the man indifferently, eyes narrowing with coldness. At a glance, he held extreme hatred against this man.
He didn't believe that Yanyan had borrowed his money. They obviously had never borrowed money from anyone else.
This man was a bad guy, who must be a cheater dressed like a decent man.
Chen Jiahang made a decisive decision.
"Get out!" Again he pointed to the road outside the door, his face red, flames of anger bursting out of his eyes as if to burn the man in front.
At this time, He Xiyan's voice, full of confusion, came from the room.
"Jiahang, what's the matter?"
Not knowing what happened, He Xiyan paused the movie she was watching and put on a coat.
Upon hearing the voice, Mo Yixuan was stunned, the doubts in his eyes immediately turned into a long-lost expectation and excitement.
Too familiar, this voice was too familiar to him. It was her. It must be her.
