Middle-aged man, supporting an old woman, stared at Qiao Xi with a hostile tone, "What else do you want to do?"
Qiao Xi, with a cool expression, responded, "Old Chen, call the police! Say someone is trying to extort 500,000 yuan. How could we settle such a serious matter privately?"
"Yes, Young Madam!"
Old Chen promptly took out his phone to call the police.
The middle-aged man blurted out in panic, "How could you go back on your word? Aren't you afraid of damaging your own reputation?"
Qiao Xi's voice was resolute, "My reputation is earned by myself, not given by you." Her gaze swept over to Lu Yingxue, surrounded by a large crowd in the square, "And certainly not fabricated through marketing."
