Brother Fat sneered, "I didn't expect you damn dog to have even a shred of conscience."
"You've been divorced for several years, and you're still defending your ex-wife."
"Since you've got a conscience, Brother Fat here can't be without one."
"Yang Bing, I can now give you three choices."
Yang Bing eagerly said, "Brother Fat, just name it. As long as I can do it, I won't refuse!"
"Good!"
Brother Fat sneered, "First choice, transfer your apartment to me."
"Even though it's a resettlement area, it's still worth two hundred thousand."
"Then, we're even on the debt you owe me."
Yang Bing quickly objected, "Brother Fat, that's not possible. The house is for my parents' retirement, I can't give it to you!"
Brother Fat snorted, "For your parents' retirement? You've already sent them to a nursing home, so who are you kidding?"
"But forget it."
"Now for the second choice—"
Brother Fat glanced at the photo of Ge Li and said with a sinister smile, "Give me your ex-wife."
