"Xiao Chen!"
Aunt Lin's eyes were red, and her beautiful face was lethargically haggard, as if she could barely stand and needed to be supported by Sister Shiyi.
"Oh! It's you!"
The rich kid recognized me and looked at me coldly. "Are you here to bring money? This guy owes me over ten million. How much do you have?"
"Where would he get any money? He's just a poor loser!" Wang Haoyang glared at me hatefully after exchanging a glance.
"Then what's he here for?"
The rich kid was taken aback and then got up, staggering over, and with ill intent in his gaze, he examined Xia Shiyi.
"Haoyang, I see that you won't be able to pay back the money anytime soon. Last time you agreed, use your wife to cover the debt! I think we should do the same this time!"
"Your wife is so pretty, I'll give you a break. I'll give you a bit more time to get the money. What do you think?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch her cheek.
"Get lost!"
I strode forward and yanked his hand away.
