What he didn't say was that the Master actually had shares in this place.
If he told her, he was afraid she would go and cause trouble.
"How much does she owe?"
Before Fang Gan managed to speak up, Mu Wei already replied with a bitter smile, "6 million yuan."
The meeting room fell silent. Mu Wei clenched her fists and took a deep breath. "Miss Song, I know you are a good person, but I owe too much money. I'll remember your good intentions. I can only repay you in my next life. Sorry..."
If Song Yaoyao didn't save her just in time that night, she would have been played to death by that middle-aged man.
It was not an exaggeration to say that this was a lifesaving debt of gratitude.
Her eyes were grateful as she bowed to Song Yaoyao and turned to leave.
"Stop."
The girl's voice did not contain any emotions. "Did I say you could leave?"
"Miss Song, I..."