After this Weibo post had been uploaded, Ying Jin, who was far away at her hotel, saw it and was so angry that she almost fainted. She had not expected this b*stard to be so shameless.
Five hundred dollars?
I'll cut off your legs.
But it was a shame. No matter how furious Ying Jin was, it was useless. Even if she died of anger, she wouldn't be able to affect Lin Fan one bit. Not even a little bit.
Cloud Street.
Zhao Zhongyang patted his chest. "Brother Lin, you're going to piss Ying Jin off to death."
"Hehe!" Lin Fan laughed, "It'd be good if she gets pissed to death. Then, the debt wouldn't have to be repaid. However, this woman's attitude is really great. From now on, I'll scare her every time I see her."
