"He owes us money. Since you're his friend, you have to help him get the money!"
This was a direct call from a bald-headed man, having tied up Ye Feng's son.
"Open it!"
He punched her in the face, and Shu's man was immediately driven by this enormous force. He staggered step by step, scorching his partial face, and finally threw a heavy punch, imprinting an itch.
Even a fool knows that these people have been randomly choosing hairstyles from the start. They're 21-year-olds who were just 13 eight years ago. Is it possible to load goods at an electronics factory? You can hire a kid overnight, but not a 13-year-old child.
Let alone eight years have passed, who?
"Not that much," he said.
Saying this, Ye Fengsheng glanced up and down at these people and said, "I have fifty thousand, but I really don't know if you're worth fifty thousand. Open it early before I get angry, don't block my way."
