Shi Xueman’s face turned ashen.
Money-losing-deal...
She had never thought that she would one day be called a money-losing-deal.
Damn it!
Even though she tried her best to act as if nothing happened, her facial expression showed otherwise. She took in deep breaths of air and restrained her anger. In front of Sang Zhijun’s concern, she forced a smile and said, "I must have trained too hard."
On the other side, Fatty suddenly responded, "So you owe a debt of eighty million yuan?"
Ai Hui suddenly felt the noodles become tasteless, and he stopped eating. With an irritated tone, he replied, "Why do I feel that you’re somewhat rejoicing at my misfortune?"
"No, no, no!" Fatty shook his head like a rattle-drum. "It’s not just somewhat—I’m really rejoicing! Ai Hui, you actually owe someone eighty million yuan, hahaha! Ai Hui, let me tell you this seriously, we are both debtors and we should be in harmony and not criticize each other…."
