"Mom, please don't pressure Zi Tong any more."
At this moment, Chen Guihua stepped forward, pulled the old lady aside and whispered, "After all, she's young and hasn't figured out a lot of things yet. Plus, the incident with Wang Qiang has taken a heavy toll on her. She even had surgery not long ago, she needs some time..."
"Time for her—who's giving us time?"
The old lady bit her lip in agitation, "Tomorrow, tomorrow people from Yintong Finance are coming to take our house, where will you live then? Under a bridge or in a public toilet?"
"What will you eat and drink? Will you be begging with a bowl on the overpass?"
"Do you want to live a life ridiculed by millions?"
"I..."
Chen Guihua's face showed embarrassment and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
"I know it's difficult to ask Zi Tong to accompany President Tao, but it's a necessary evil."
