"How much did he pay you? I'll double it."
Looking at the man in front of him, the noodle shop owner felt somewhat at a loss. From yesterday to today, different people had come looking for him, all for the same reason.
In fact, after calling Zhang Jiunian, he hesitated about whether to close his noodle shop and run away to make a living elsewhere. But upon reflection, it wasn't feasible, as he had already paid the rent, which wouldn't be refunded if he left now, and that was a significant amount of money.
Besides, Zhang Jiunian had said they had no evidence; if he ran now, it would only make him more suspicious. He didn't want his fear to trap him. But looking at the man across from him, he couldn't help regretting his decision.
If he had run, he wouldn't have encountered such a difficult situation today.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
