Mu Shini listened, suddenly widening her eyes and looking at Bo Sishen, she said, "Uncle, you don't need to be so anxious! It's not like I won't pay the money back! Is it necessary to chase the debt so urgently?"
Bo Sishen's handsome face turned cold. He put one hand into his pants pocket, and with the other hand pointed at the bag she handed over, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Are you sure fifty million yuan in cash can be packed in such a small bag?"
Shini was a bit taken aback. She looked up at the tall man, her neck sore, and softly said, "Uncle, I was just about to discuss it with you when you interrupted."
"This is to pay you back. Here's the 74,500 yuan I owe you first. The 250 yuan I gave you before leaving last time, I'll just consider it a tip and not include it. So, I still owe you 425,500 yuan! Uncle, I was hoping I could pay you back in installments, okay? You can see I'm working hard at part-time jobs to make money."
