Han Chunli was furious: "You are truly shameless."
Qiu Shaocheng acted as if he didn't hear her, coldly dropping a sentence: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have the good life you have today. You can't deny that, so this is what you owe me.
I'll only give you two days. Either get the money ready for me, and I won't bother your life anymore, or we'll both go to hell together."
Han Chunli stared at Qiu Shaocheng, gritting her teeth: "Get lost."
Having said his piece and given the deadline, Qiu Shaocheng didn't care about Han Chunli's attitude. As he turned to leave, he was feeling anxious inside.
After all, he had found out that her daughter had just had surgery, but now his son needed money, and he couldn't worry about anything else.
He had already thought it through—at worst, he'd only ask for a thousand, and make it up later.
But he couldn't have possibly anticipated that what would happen next was completely out of his control.
