The next day, after getting off work, Su Qiqi went to deliver the money to Su Xingchen's shop first, but to her surprise, the shop was empty and had been locked.
She took out her phone and dialed Su Xingchen's number, "Hey bro, where is everyone? Why is the store closed?"
The person on the other end stammered, and after a long time he finally responded, "We didn't open today, haven't found anyone to repair the damage in the store."
"Then where are you all?" Su Qiqi stared at the shop sign above.
"We... we're at home." Su Xingchen's hesitant voice came through, with some noise in the background, although Su Qiqi couldn't understand it clearly.
After hanging up the phone, Su Qiqi hurried home.
Standing at the door, Su Qiqi unbelievably stared at the crowd gathering at the entrance of the house. The man in the suit leading the group was a stranger to her, but among the crowd was yesterday's debt collector.
