Fang Weixun was almost angered to death by Chen Che and Lin Xi's comments.
Moreover, he did not expect to meet a creditor here. He cursed his bad luck.
As they spoke, the tattooed men had already arrived.
The man in the lead grabbed Fang Weixun's collar. "Bastard, hurry up and return the money!"
The other party was so fierce that Fang Weixun was trembling in fear. "Brother Ma, Brother Ma, calm down. Give me a few more days and I'll definitely return it to you."
"A few more days? Haven't I given you enough time?" The tattooed man's eyes widened in anger, and as if he wanted to eat someone.
"Brother Ma, I'll definitely return it in three days," Fang Weixun promised. Then, he reminded him, "We're filming now. Please… please let me leave with some dignity."
