In Qin Ningxue's deficit, a large group of creditors hadn't acted yet because the compensation money was holding them back. But now that she had lost even the qualification to collect the compensation, they could no longer blame some for being ruthless.
The next morning, when Meng Yu left his house, what he saw was a full-blown assault targeting Qin Ningxue.
Inside the house, people were moving stuff around, treating the home as their own while exclaiming commands. The broker controlled Qin Ningxue with a grin, as her maid and the cook were crying miserably. The household's Spirit Cat, usually guarding the place, was now cowering on the wall, meowing pitifully with blood trickling from its mouth.
"Ah, didn't she come over for help?"
Meng Yu glanced at the gatekeeper, a Golden Core Master of the Turtle Faction.
