Ji Xing acted quickly and arrived in front of the man in the blink of an eye. He kicked him to the ground and was afraid of dirtying his hands, so he only stepped on the man's back. "Why are you running?"
The man turned his head, his face turning red from the pain. His lungs were about to explode from being stepped on, and it was difficult for him to breathe. "I… I thought you guys were here to collect my debts!"
"Daddy," the young lady called Yuan Yuan shouted worriedly. She was very calm at such a young age. "What are you doing? Let go of my father. Otherwise, I'll call the police."
Song Yiyan looked at the young lady. She had a kind face. "Let's ask your father what he did first. He's feeling guilty."
Yuan Yuan glared at her angrily, her eyes spitting fire. She argued, "My father is not that kind of person. My father is a good person!"
Song Yiyan had already closed the door behind her and placed a talisman on her forehead.
