Qiao En's heart tightened, a sense of foreboding engulfing him.
"Mom, don't panic, take it slow. What happened to Qiao De?"
Qiao En's mother hadn't had the chance to speak when the phone was snatched away.
A brutal voice came through, "Your brother owes us a high-interest loan, and with compound interest, it's almost two million now. If he doesn't pay today, heh heh, don't blame us for not being polite to these two old folks!"
Before the voice had even finished, Qiao En heard the sounds of smashing.
There were also the fearful pleas of Mrs. Qiao, "Stop smashing, please stop, we'll pay back, we'll definitely pay back!"
"You bunch of bandits, this is my home, get out—" Qiao En's father roared angrily.
The scene was pure chaos.
Qiao En gripped the phone, his fingers trembling non-stop.
That nightmare from three years ago seemed to have started again.
"I'll pay Qiao De's debt, don't trouble my family, I'm coming back right away."
