"Your brother has racked up a large gambling debt and has been taken captive. If the money isn't paid today, they're going to chop off his hands, and only you can save him now."
"Give me the phone." On the other end, the phone was snatched by Luo Manhua, "Nan Zhifeng, Ziwen is your own brother, you can't just stand by and watch him die. If you're unwilling to help, I'll have to go find Ye Zhantian. About that last matter..."
"I'll come back later to discuss this in person!" Nan Zhifeng interrupted Luo Manhua, "You're always asking me for money; I'm not a money printing machine. There has to be a bottom line. Your son's addiction to gambling is going to bleed me dry, even if I had mountains of gold and silver."
"How is that possible, the Ye Family is so wealthy, Ziwen couldn't possibly gamble away all of their assets..."
