But now, Li Meier wasn't playing along anymore, even directly tearing up relations with her own family. Where the hell would they scrounge up two hundred thousand?
Li Youcai was also fuming, with no letter of forgiveness in hand, no money, and himself being pushed around by some snot-nosed brat.
Glaring at Qin Sujuan, who was blubbering on the ground, Li Youcai grabbed an ashtray from the table and hurled it at her, "Cry, cry, cry, that's all you fucking do, you've cursed my damn luck! Go and borrow some money, hit up your brothers back home, and if you can't get it, I'll sell your ass!"
Trembling, Qin Sujuan stood up. Although she had been domineering over the years, she never dared to cross Li Youcai. She could only think of ways to borrow money; otherwise, Li Youcai would surely sell her off.
