"Enough." The big man on the sofa stood up, walked up to Jianguo, reached out his hand, lightly tapped his cheeks, and sneered, "Do you think we don't know what kind of man President Chi is? If President Chi's company was still around, I'd believe him. But now, even the beggars by the roadside are probably richer than President Chi. Why should I believe President Chi when he says he'll pay back the money?"
"Dozens of millions, it's not just a few thousand yuan. What are we supposed to do if President Chi runs away?"
Qiaomei, who was coldly watching Jianguo being humiliated, suddenly furrowed her eyebrows and questioned harshly, "Dozens of millions? What do you mean dozens of millions?"
Didn't he just mortgage the house, the car, and the stocks from home?
At most, they would take those away. Why owe dozens of millions?
