A gangster like Brother Zai, how could he possibly carry a pen like a cultured person? He shook his head frantically, "Brother Hao, you don't have to do this, really, I'm begging you!"
As he spoke, he actually started crying, tears streaming down his face, leaving Qin Hao feeling quite depressed.
I'm just here to settle a debt, it's not like I'm going to kill you!
But Brother Zai didn't see it that way. He felt that Qin Hao refusing his money was definitely to cause trouble.
"I have a pen!"
Bi Fang broke away from her daughter's support, dashed to Qin Hao with a flattering smile, and handed him a ballpoint pen.
Qin Hao gave him a nonchalant smile, took the pen, wrote a number on the check, and stuffed it into Brother Zai's pocket: "This is two hundred thousand."
It's over, it's all over, my life is done for?
Brother Zai, with no greater sorrow than a dead heart, fell into a blank state, face full of despair.
