Wu Zhen was hoisted up by a burly bodyguard, gripping the back of his neck, and dumped on the ground like trash.
"Scoundrel, this man is Inspector Su's cousin, how could you treat him like this?" Du Qijie coldly chided.
The bodyguard lowered his head.
Wu Nan rushed over, grabbed Wu Zhen's arm, and asked, "How much gambling debt do you owe?"
"Three, three hundred thousand Spirit Stones!" Wu Zhen dared not meet Wu Nan's eyes.
Three hundred thousand Spirit Stones were the equivalent of thirty billion RMB.
Wu Nan collapsed to the ground, her face pale as she said, "In the past, you never took things seriously and loved to play games, but I knew you were essentially a good person.
I never imagined you would be so reckless. Do you want to anger Mom to death before you're satisfied?"
