Zhang Fan, already seething with anger, stared blankly.
Pay back money?
Had Yi Bing incurred debts outside?
Impossible, that lad had tens of millions in his grasp, how could he owe this kid money.
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold again, and he waved at his bodyguards, saying grimly, "Break his limbs."
"Heh heh!"
Instantly, more than ten bodyguards gave Zhang Fan an unfriendly look.
How dare he hit Yi Chuan? And even brazenly demand Yi Tianxing to pay back money, wasn't that seeking death?
Zhang Fan snickered coldly, put the promissory note in his pocket, and raising his eyebrows said, "Yo, acting all righteous even when you owe money."
Yi Tianxing's mouth twitched, "Who owes you money?"
"Oh, alright, you don't owe anything!" Zhang Fan said playfully, then took a deep breath.
"Help, the renowned tycoon Yi Tianxing owes money and won't pay up, he's even calling people to beat me up, help!"
His voice boomed like thunder throughout the entire hospital.
