Long Fei patted his head, finally understood.
This dad was planning to sell his daughter.
He pulled out a cigarette, took a drag and darkly asked Su Laicai, "Brother Su, suppose the person who came today wasn't me, but someone coming to collect a debt. Would you still say such things for money?"
Su Laicai, seeing his change in expression, hastily explained, "Brother Long, don't get me wrong. I, Su Laicai, may be a scoundrel, but I'm not so desperate as to sell my daughter. I said all that because Yiyi has taken a liking to you. You don't know how much she's talked about you to me. Seeing you today, I thought her judgment was sound, which is why I spoke more to you. If it were someone else, why would I say such things!"
Long Fei took a deep breath and reluctantly drank his alcohol.
For Su Yiyi's sake, he suppressed his anger.
Long Fei inquired, "How much do you owe in gambling debts?"
Su Laicai held up a finger.
Long Fei furrowed his brow, "Ten thousand?"
