If Qiao Yaoran believed him, it would be a miracle: "Debt collectors, you two hold the highest positions in Haicheng. From now on, if he borrows money, I don't want to see my wife's name involved."
"Yes."
The coldness in his gaze instantly frightened everyone in the room into a subconscious response.
Qiao Yaoran glanced again at Brother Long: "I remember what happened this time. If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to me."
Getting a promise from Qiao Yaoran was like receiving a promise from an emperor for Brother Long. He was truly delighted.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Qiao, take care."
As soon as Qiao Yaoran and Su Tian left, Brother Qing ran over to Brother Long, grabbed his collar, and yelled, "You bastard set me up!"
Even though they never got along, they had never clashed like this before.
The people next to Brother Long pulled Brother Qing away, preventing him from getting any closer. Brother Long dusted off his clothes, adjusted them, and said with a smile:
