This Wang Yanhong, her whole life, was only interested in money. Whoever had money, she'd cozy up to them, and without money, even her own parents wouldn't matter in her eyes.
As for the man who had just spoken, Wu Gang didn't know much about him.
"Sister, if I could have helped you, I would have done it long ago. Stop making things difficult for me—I truly can't help you and your troubles!"
Wang Yanli shook her head in refusal and put down her words again.
"No way! You must lend the money. If you don't, we're not leaving. When the debt collectors come, they certainly won't let you off either. Let's see if you still won't pay up then!"
Seeing that emotional appeals were ineffective, Wang Yanhong resorted to shamelessness. After all, she had been trying to borrow money from Wang Yanli for quite some time without any success—how could she just give up?
"Sister, what are you doing? Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"
