A man beside Li Xueying walked forward with a notebook in hand. "Jiang Zaisheng, owes Ms. Li 263,786 yuan. Jiang Zaisheng has two properties in the city and bought a domestic for his son. The family has 158,000 yuan in savings…"
Li Xueying said, "Two houses, one car, and savings. You can easily return the money you owe me by selling a house, and you can still live comfortably. Yet, you claim I'm killing you? Then, what's your take when you snatch the last bit of meal allowance from my father? They eat pickled vegetables every day while you eat like a king every day. What were you thinking back then? Jiang Zaisheng, don't think I'm unaware. All these years, people have squeezed my parents by borrowing money, and you are the one who takes most of it!
"Let me tell you, you have to pay back for what you've done!
"Since you made my parents experience despair, I will let you have a taste of your own medicine!
