Thunder rumbled. Wu Pang sat in the living room with a grim expression.
The calls to chase him to pay his debt and to make payments, were pressuring him such that he couldn't breathe. The corporation was having trouble with cash flow. If this continued for a few more days, all his assets would be frozen.
Crash!
Wu Pang grabbed the teapot and smashed it onto the ground.
Yang Shan furrowed her brows. Seeing this scene, she said, "Hubby, don't worry. There will be a solution."
"What solution? That wretched Wu Mei is clinging onto Li Nanchen but refusing to give us any money!" Wu Pang gnashed his teeth in hatred.
Yang Shan rolled her eyes and smiled. She leaned on Wu Pang's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Don't we have a trump card? As long as her mother is with us, Wu Mei will give us whatever we ask for."
Gently rubbing Wu Pang's earlobe, she winked, hinting to him.
