If it were before, Lan Zhongxuan would definitely soften, but now he's full of anger: "Get lost."
Song Yiyi retreated silently at his shout, glaring at him fiercely when Lan Zhongxuan wasn't looking.
"Zhong Xuan, what's going on?" Song Lingyu asked urgently.
"Here's five million. If you can't repay it in a month, you can wait to drink the northwest wind."
Lan Zhongxuan pulled out a card from his pocket and threw it in front of Song Lingyu, the action rather rough.
Song Lingyu didn't care about such things, happily picking up the card and saying, "Yiyi, quickly call those people and have them come get the money."
Song Yiyi numbly made the call. Soon, those people came and took the money, and Lan's Family immediately quieted down.
Lan Zhongxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the sofa, tiredly rubbing his temples: "The money here is paid, but what about the high-interest loan we took out?"
