"Damn, how many times have I told you not to cling to Fang Qin!" Feng Zhixiao glared at the man and said, "Tell me, how much does she owe you?"
"At least a hundred thousand!" The man glared back at Feng Zhixiao.
"A hundred thousand, right?" Feng Zhixiao chuckled coldly and said, "Here's a hundred thousand, take it well, but listen carefully—think hard before you take this money and see if you'll live to spend it!"
Faced with Feng Zhixiao's threat, the man immediately hesitated. He was just a minor supervisor at a company. Spending at most twenty thousand on Fang Qin was already remarkable. Saying a hundred thousand was just an attempt to extort. After Feng Zhixiao's threat, he quickly backtracked, saying, "Never mind, let's say this hundred thousand went to that diamond-encrusted B of hers!"
