Can't take it out!
How is that possible.
Ma Zongyu glared and said, "Then just cough it up yourself! Worst case, we don't want the money, we'll walk away from the deal. You first pay back Master Song's money, that's the real business here!"
If they still didn't give the money to Song Zihua, he was afraid he'd be losing a hand.
Usually, even if Ma Zongyu managed to put on the act of being some big shot, at this moment he was nothing but a coward, and a pathetic one at that.
Ding Suzhu's eyes went wide. "Easy for you to say…"
Apart from the company's working capital, almost all the money at home had been squandered by Ma Zongyu. Gambling today, sleeping with some side chick tomorrow—where doesn't that take money? If not for this, Ding Suzhu wouldn't be living so tight, wouldn't have opened a clothing shop just to have a bit more cash flow.
