"Don't hit me, please, I'm begging you, don't hit me!"
"Help me, wife, I'm begging you, save me! Hurry up and get your parents to bring the money."
"Otherwise, I'm going to be beaten to death."
Lin Fucheng's screams of agony kept stabbing at Tang Tiantian's nerves, and the violent and bloody scene before her made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Give me my phone, I'll call my parents right now."
Fourth Brother Zhao heard Tang Tiantian say this and gestured for his men to stop.
"Don't be in a rush to call. First tell me, how much is your parents' house worth? And how much savings do they actually have?"
Tang Tiantian, filled with despair, replied, "My parents' house is practically worthless, it's old and ramshackle—probably fifty or sixty thousand at most, and they have about ten thousand in savings."
