Xiang Wan sneered, "Didn't you say that the shop was opened by a relative of yours and that you were just responsible for making desserts?"
Zhou Fang's past lies caught up with her, leaving her awkwardly silent.
Xiang Wan no longer wanted to argue with this woman full of lies, "It was you who suggested settling this privately, figure it out yourself."
"I have no money," Zhou Fang's eyes flickered calculatively, "how about we draw up a contract and I pay you back slowly?"
Shi Nian'an slammed the table, "Pah! What a wishful thought! You still want to use our family's dessert recipes to make money to pay the debt? How can you be so calculating?"
Fearing a beating, Zhou Fang raised her hands in front of her face, "But I really don't have any money, I've put it all into the shop, and it's still far from making a profit. What can I use to compensate? Even if you kill me, I won't have the money to compensate!"
