Fan Debiao also knew he was very much in the wrong about this matter, and had let down Tian Xiaoguang's trust in him.
But the temptation of 50,000 yuan was too great!
He also urgently needed 50,000 yuan to make up the 180,000 yuan betrothal gift for his son.
Ring, ring—
While Fan Debiao was sitting on the bed in a daze, the phone charging on the bedside suddenly rang.
"Huh?"
Fan Debiao exclaimed softly, thinking it was his several "partners" arriving early.
However, when he saw that the caller ID showed "Old Tian," Fan Debiao broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
"Old Tian! Why, why is he calling me so late?
Tian Xiaoguang's call left Fan Debiao stunned, completely disrupting his plans for tonight!
To answer or not to answer?
If he answered, then pretending to be drunk tonight would no longer work.
If he didn't answer, what if Old Tian couldn't reach him by phone and came over to the cattle yard himself...
Ring, ring, ring, ring—
