"What are you talking about? Yun'er, let's get one thing straight, if we hadn't lent you that three thousand yuan in time, your mom probably couldn't even afford to be in the hospital right now! You should realize what that sum of money meant to you!" At that moment, the middle-aged woman beside Jiang Donghai spoke up.
This middle-aged woman was none other than Jiang Donghai's wife, Wang Cui.
"What did it mean? It meant that we saved your mom's life!" Jiang Donghai's daughter, Jiang Min, sneered and said: "All my dad did was ask you for another thousand yuan—is that too much? Not at all!"
"Yes, there's a saying, Jiang Yun, 'Return a favor with gratitude.' You should be thankful to us now. Even if that thousand yuan isn't for interest, you should still give it to us, right?" Jiang Donghai's son, Jiang Hong, also sneered continuously by the side.
Jiang Yun's complexion was extremely ugly! But her heart was even more tormented!
These people were her relatives!
