"Wen Mian, how are you preparing for the debt issue!"
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Wen Mian had just finished tidying everything up.
Standing in front of a strange environment, in a strange room, Wen Mian still felt somewhat downhearted.
But Zhao Kuo's debt collection call soon came through on Wen Mian's phone.
The woman was dazed for a moment, and Zhao Kuo's voice pierced her eardrums.
The matter of debt collection was still too urgent for Wen Mian.
Especially since Wen Mian had not yet fully taken over the company, everything that had happened before was too foreign to her.
At that moment, faced with Zhao Kuo's words, Wen Mian was somewhat tongue-tied.
"I understand, but you have to give me some time. I'll resolve the matters at hand and give you an answer soon," she said.
The call was ended by Wen Mian.
Zhao Kuo's attempts at further harassment were rejected by Wen Mian.
Currently, Wen Mian could almost be described as penniless.
