Xu Dayuan stared into Fang Qing's eyes and raised his hand to wag his index finger.
"Answer my question: do you know the market value of the house at that time?"
"I know. According to the normal real estate price back then, which wasn't high, the house was worth about 5.5 million. But as I said, that was the market price. Plus, with this kind of incident, how could it sell quickly? It was also a haunted house. I helped out, and now I'm getting blamed for it?"
Xu Dayuan slapped the table and stood up, his voice harsh as he scolded Fang Qing:
"When I ask you a question, just answer properly, and spare me the irrelevant talk. Why did Zhu Yantao mortgage the property? It was to save his son and his family, which includes your own sister and your nephew. They had to come up with eight million within twenty-four hours. Do you realize how much money that is?
