But Jiang Miaoyan didn't have that much money on her.
"Uncle, can you give me some time? At the earliest, I can repay you in a few months, at the latest by the end of the year," Jiang Miaoyan looked up and tried to plead.
Although their relationship wasn't great, they were still uncle and niece.
Anyone with a sense of humanity, knowing Jiang Miaoyan's situation, would grant a little leniency.
But this middle-aged man seemed determined to collect the fifty thousand yuan today, showing no consideration at all.
"Nothing to say, you have to pay me back the fifty thousand yuan today. Since you've grown wings, I won't hold you back anymore. Fly however you like in the future," the middle-aged man said loudly.
Realizing there was no leniency to be had, Jiang Miaoyan felt utterly helpless, hanging her head heavily, unsure of what to say.
Lingling felt even more guilty, her eyes filled with tears.
If it weren't for her, Jiang Miaoyan wouldn't owe this fifty thousand yuan.
