Yang Fan finally understood the cause and effect behind Wang Zhaodi's current predicament.
The initial reason was probably that she had fallen in love too early with a flashy Ghostly Fire Youth.
That guy was clearly no good, already involved in the underworld with no money to spend, so he thought of using Wang Zhaodi's identity card to take out a loan and turned five thousand yuan into fifty thousand.
Since it was Wang Zhaodi's identity card that was used as collateral, the debt naturally fell on her shoulders.
And her close friend, who happened to work here, lured Wang Zhaodi into this place.
But working here, how could it only involve being touched?
Her circle was truly perverse, with almost everyone around her trying to push her into a pit of fire.
"So what are you telling me this for?" Yang Fan asked indifferently.
He was no saint, nor a merciful Buddha, and had no reason to pay for the mistakes Wang Zhaodi had made.
