"Your classmate didn't agree outright?"
In the thirty-square-meter small rental room, the man with a stubble beard, wearing a white tank top, holding a beer bottle, had a look of disappointment in his eyes.
The man looked very shabby and down-and-out.
It was hard to imagine that he was once the chairman of the once-flourishing Daming Building Materials Group—Liu Daming.
"Didn't agree."
"But the boy toy my classmate is keeping said he'd help me ask my classmate."
"There's no way right now, we can only take one step at a time."
Li Qiuting threw down her purse, tied up her long hair, and looked at Liu Daming with disgust: "Can't you think of a way yourself? Is hiding at home and drinking every day getting anything done?"
"You know my situation. A bunch of creditors spent money to hire thugs to find me, threatening to kill me." Liu Daming looked frightened.
"Good-for-nothing."
In the past, would Li Qiuting ever dare speak to Liu Daming like that?
