Ling Family Film Company, inside the office on the top floor, hung a Western oil painting depicting Ling Miaoying meditating by a lakeside.
Beneath the oil painting, there was a bed where He Jiaqing was sleeping.
In the early morning, when He Jiaqing opened his eyes, he saw a man sitting at the bedside, playing with two walnuts.
In the past, He Jiaqing would have thought this was a nightmare, but now he knew it wasn't. It was far scarier than a nightmare.
Zhang Gunli's fingers trembled slightly, and the walnuts spun twice in his palm: "I've given you your life span, isn't it time to discuss repaying the debt."
He Jiaqing smiled: "Big Brother Zhang, aren't you being a bit too hasty?"
Zhang Gunli took out his pocketbook; "This is the rule for borrowing life. Once the lifespan has been given, the debt must be repaid immediately. Otherwise, if you die, who will I collect from?"
