Chen Xuan stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
Yang Leshan and Xiao Yiyi followed closely behind, arriving at the doorstep of Old Wang's house.
A van was parked nearby, and six men were standing in the courtyard.
Old Wang and his wife were negotiating with the leading man, their faces full of fear and anxiety.
"Don't give me that nonsense, have your son pay back the money quickly."
"If he doesn't pay up, I'll break his legs!"
The leading man ordered coldly.
Old Wang pleaded incessantly, "Li Hu, please give us a few more days."
"We are already actively trying to gather the money. My son will return tomorrow, and he should be able to borrow some money, which we can pay back then."
"Tomorrow? Are you two playing games with me! When I came the day before yesterday, you said you could get the money today, and now you're telling me tomorrow again."
The leading man snorted coldly, "Tell your son to come out immediately! If he doesn't have the money today, I'll cripple him!"
