"But those debt collectors have already come to our door, and I'm so scared, my son is terrified too..."
Xin Xin saw his attitude soften and immediately softened herself, throwing herself into his arms, trembling, "The villa won't really be taken away by those people, will it? My son and I won't be homeless in the future, will we? Husband, I'm really scared..."
Wen Xingye's head was throbbing with pain from the vase that had hit him, but hearing his mistress call him husband filled him with a surge of protective desire, and he forget about the headache as he picked up his mistress and headed into the villa.
"Don't be afraid, I won't let you and your son end up on the streets. I want to give you the best to live in, wear, and eat! You don't need to worry about the debt. Once I sell the house back at home, everything will be solved."
Wen Xingye carried his mistress to the sofa, and turning his head, he saw his shivering son in the corner and brought him onto the sofa as well.
