"I don't have five million. Do whatever you want," Qin Xiaonan said, completely exhausted. She had no idea how to repay the three million to Ye Wudao, let alone come up with five million.
She was just an ordinary office worker, earning a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan, which only added up to a hundred thousand yuan a year. Even if she lived without eating or drinking, she could never amass five million in her lifetime.
The man in the floral shirt sneered, and with a wave of his hand, Qin Xingyi was suddenly seized by several of his men. They pinned him against a table, placed his hand on the table, and one of them picked up a knife, aimed it at his hand. This terrified Qin Xingyi so much that he wailed like a banshee.
