"It's you?"
By the moonlight, Yuan Qian could clearly see Jiang Tong's face.
"What? Didn't find what you wanted this morning, and now you want to use torture to get it? I warn you, this is illegal!" He said sternly, his face flushed.
Oh, he was getting cocky.
Was his face flattened with a basin?
Jiang Tong sneered elegantly and rolled her eyes, reminding him: "Economic dispute, now we resolve it peacefully, not illegal."
Economic dispute?
Yuan Qian was stunned for a moment, not recalling when he owed her money.
Could it be that Jiang Tong randomly found an excuse to take revenge on him?
"When did I owe you money? Don't mess around!" he hurriedly retorted.
Great.
No debt, huh.
Jiang Tong's face darkened instantly. She waved to the people behind her, "Go ahead."
"What are you doing... Don't come over..."
Yuan Qian shrank back in terror, the fat on his face trembling.
Just when he thought he was going to be beaten up, his shoes were suddenly removed.
