"Little brother, what are you so worked up about?" Ye Jian'an pulled him down to sit, "Later, I demanded money from that kid's father. Initially, they refused to acknowledge it, but after I made it known to everyone, they had no choice but to sell the restaurant and their house to scrape together five hundred thousand for me."
Ye Jian'an boasted pridefully about his own inglorious history, feeling no shame but rather taking pride in it.
Lin Yihang looked at the face resembling Ye Yan's and felt nothing but disgust.
How could a person be so morally bankrupt, unscrupulously going to any extent for money, and justifying driving others to desperation.
"Your daughter, why didn't she stand up and speak out for the young man?" Lin Yihang clenched his fists so tightly that traces of blood began to seep from his palms.
