Wei Bao's pants were down, and upon hearing the knock on the door, he shouted very agitatedly.
"Damn it, who is it, get lost..."
There was no response from outside, only the persistent knocking continued.
Wei Bao got a bit restless.
He had no choice but to pull up his pants and walk to the door.
Upon opening the door, he saw a refined figure.
Who else could it be if not Zhang Xiaoshan?
"Well, look at you, Little Shan, always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. And now you've come to my place. Do you have a death wish, thinking I wouldn't dare to deal with you?"
As soon as Wei Bao saw it was Zhang Xiaoshan, he started cursing profusely.
Zhang Xiaoshan didn't argue with Wei Bao; instead, he took out a thick stack of cash from his pocket.
"I'm here to pay back the money."
Seeing the thirty thousand yuan that Zhang Xiaoshan handed over, Wei Bao was somewhat incredulous.
"How could you, Little Shan, possibly scrape together thirty thousand yuan?"
