Zhou Tao was in heavy debt now, but he was not worried at all, as he figured that he could squeeze Cheng Yanqing for a few million.
Would it be too much to ask for him to give up one million per month?
To Cheng Yanqing, it was just as trivial as a meal.
Zhou Tao swallowed hard, "Mom, I owe money."
Zhou Yi was shocked. She knew her son did not have good habits; gambling, boozing, prostrate, all sorts of vices he had.
Hearing this sentence, she instantly sensed trouble.
Her face wrinkled, her voice became hoarse, "What happened? You just got some money and you're messing around outside. How much do you owe now?"
"Don't you have several million? Is that not enough?"
Zhou Tao cried and sniffed, facing his mother's question, he was so guilty he wished he could bury his head in the ground.
His voice was as small as a mosquito's, "Mom, I'm sorry, I went gambling, and I lost all the money I had."
"I also owe two million, you must save me."
