At the same time, in the private room in front of Lu Tianxing, Xue Man's fists were tightly clenched, her face looking extremely grim at this moment. Across from her stood seven or eight people, led by a short and fat middle-aged man who was smiling broadly at Xue Man, while beside her stood a young man in his twenties, beaten black and blue, with his head down, looking very dejected.
"Miss Xue, you're finally here. Let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point. Your brother lost one hundred fifty thousand last night here at my place, what do you think we should do?" the short, fat middle-aged man said to Xue Man, his gaze fixed on her delicate face, barely concealing his greed.
Upon hearing this, Xue Man suddenly raised her head to look at Chen Hao opposite her and said through gritted teeth, "Chen Hao, what did you promise me yesterday?"
"Cousin, I..."
"Tell me how many times this has happened now, Chen Hao. Do you feel you owe this to your father?"
