Xu Donghe hung up the phone directly, thinking that Hao Jian was calling to ask for Cheng Weiwei's contact information.
"Damn it, this old bastard." Hao Jian couldn't help but curse, redialing the phone.
"What do you want?" Xu Donghe said impatiently.
"Old Bastard, I'm broke, send some money over quickly to help me out," Hao Jian said angrily.
"No money, not giving, get lost!" Xu Donghe hung up the phone again.
"Damn it, this sucks." Hao Jian was so angry he was almost jumping, calling Xu Donghe for the third time. This time he spoke first, "Old Bastard, if you dare hang up on me again, do you believe that I'll come to your house right now and rape and kill Cheng Weiwei?"
"What on earth do you want?"
"Money!"
"I'll give it to you tomorrow. I don't have time now," Xu Donghe refused bluntly.
"Then where will I sleep tonight?"
"The streets, under the bridge, take your pick!"
