At this point, Fang Pingying couldn't deny it, so she nodded, "Yes, I'm his wife. What is it you need to talk to him about?"
The man leading the group glanced at Fang Pingying and, seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, spoke up, "He owes us money, we're here to collect."
Fang Pingying was startled, and with eyes wide open, she said in disbelief, "He owes you money? How much?"
Their family wasn't exactly wealthy, but they certainly didn't need to borrow money from others, and the men in front of her looked like high-interest lenders.
And Luo Zhiyong usually barely used any money, so why would he borrow?
The man stretched out two fingers towards Fang Pingying, "Interest on interest, the total is two thousand yuan."
Two thousand yuan?
Fang Pingying really couldn't believe it now, "Could you have made a mistake? Luo Zhiyong would never borrow so much money."
