Seeing the deed of sale torn to pieces, Wu Jinliang's mouth almost split to the back of his head, all smiles, and he also glanced at Old Dong, feeling at ease only after seeing that Old Dong was sensible enough.
In fact, he really didn't want to take Old Dong with him to forge evidence, or more precisely, he didn't want Old Dong to witness it. But there was no helping it, he was unfamiliar with the area and it was difficult to find a place selling related items in a short time, let alone have someone pay for it.
Watching the deed of sale crumble to dust, Bian Weikang heaved a great sigh of relief and bowed to Shi Chun, "Brother... rest assured, the money I borrowed from you, I will repay you as soon as possible. I will write an IOU right now." He was about to turn around to look for pen and ink inside the house.
