But it was said that over a dozen men charged into the room, and Brother Qian felt even more confident. The climax of this play was at hand, waiting to see how this young man would extricate himself.
"I gave you a chance, but you gave it up. Now, you only have two choices: either write an IOU and leave your wife behind to repay the debt; or, as you can see, these people are here just for you." Brother Qian hadn't finished speaking: "You think it's over? Big mistake. You'd better not even think about getting by in Yanjing anymore, it will be a hundred times worse than now."
With Guoguo in her arms, Tang Zimo didn't even give these men a glance. With Yang Fan by her side, she had nothing to worry about; her sense of security was accumulating step by step.
"Is that so?" Yang Fan revealed a slight smile unintentionally: "I won't write an IOU, nor will I leave my wife behind. I'll leave the same way I came in."
