Chen Haodong slapped the table and exclaimed, "Zhou Yurong, don't forget that it was my dad who lent you money last year to help you get through tough times!"
"The money I borrowed from your family has been paid off," Zhou Yurong immediately retorted.
"So what if it's paid off? You only returned the money, did you repay the favor? Without my dad's help, your beauty salon would have gone bankrupt long ago. What right do you have to show me attitude now?"
Chen Haodong's tone became increasingly fierce, and he clenched his right hand into a fist, as if he was about to throw a punch.
Lin Tian could no longer hold back and stood up, grabbing Chen Haodong's shoulder in one swift motion.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
Chen Haodong turned his head abruptly, glowering at Lin Tian.
But Lin Tian gave him no face, yanked him up from the chair, and pulled him away from Zhou Yurong.
"Kid, you think you're some hero saving the damsel in distress? Who do you think you are?"
