"That's normal. In his eyes, you're my creditor right now, so of course he isn't going to like you."
"He's been doing okay recently, right? He hasn't gone back to the mahjong parlor, has he?"
"No, I think he's quit for good. But I didn't tell him about the two million. I want to leave some psychological pressure on him."
"Two million isn't a small amount, but you still need to handle it carefully. Don't give Old Liang another heart attack."
"Don't worry, I know..."
RING RING RING—
He was cut off mid-sentence by a ringing phone.
"I knew it. My mom had to call. She's definitely going to ask about us."
With that, Liang Shuhuo answered the phone.
"You're overthinking it. He's my friend."
"We were standing close because we were whispering."
"Well..."
"What?! Bring him home for dinner? Stop joking."
"He's busy... Hello? Hello!?"
Wang Chunmei had suddenly hung up, not giving Liang Shuhuo a chance to refuse.
"What was that about coming home for dinner?" Lin Jiang asked.
