"I owe some money and I really can't pay it back right now. As long as you would help me pay it back, I promise I won't bother you for the rest of my life!"
As Ji Weixi had thought, Mo Nanfeng's call was nothing good.
And have her help him? Was that a joke?
Did anyone help her when she was so miserably chased out of her own home?
If Mo Nanfeng had even one bit of conscience, thing wouldn't have turned out like this between them.
Ji Weixi steeled herself and hung up.
Did he expect her to be a saint? Apologies, but she wasn't Mary.
On the other end of the call, Mo Nanfeng watched his screen as it was cut off, his fingers that were dripping with blood clenching his phone.
He looked fearsome and frightening in grievance.
He had already begged, what more did she want from him?!
'Fine, Ji Weixi. Don't blame me whatever happens!'
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