The demand for repayment coming through the phone made Xiao Yaqin's pupils contract.
Countless thoughts raced through her mind.
She had known nothing about Little Dong's enormous online debt.
And how did the caller know he was in the hospital?
The answer was all but obvious.
The man on the phone was very likely the one who had beaten Little Dong so badly!
Once she made the connection, Xiao Yaqin trembled with anger.
Her heaving chest strained against her tight wool sweater.
Her curves shifted with each rapid breath, lending her a mature allure that was impossible to ignore.
She clenched her teeth and demanded into the phone,
"Who are you?"
"Were you the one who beat Little Dong half to death?"
Jiang Che remained completely unruffled by the accusation.
His voice was mild and composed, without the slightest hint of haste.
"Ma'am, you've got the wrong idea."
"Wenli Finance is a legitimate platform. We never use violence to collect debts."
"As for why Mr. Ling Xiaodong is in the hospital, our company has no idea."
Jiang Che tapped the armrest of his leather seat, his tone perfectly calm.
"The fact is, your son Ling Xiaodong has failed to repay an eighty-thousand-yuan debt and has even blocked every way we have of contacting him."
"Ms. Xiao, are you able to repay it on his behalf?"
"If we don't receive the money by six tomorrow evening, our legal department will file a civil suit against Mr. Ling Xiaodong."
His cold words instantly extinguished Xiao Yaqin's anger.
She was still suspicious, but his airtight answers left her without a shred of evidence.
Xiao Yaqin leaned wearily against the corridor wall.
She lowered her voice, embarrassment and pleading in her tone.
"I... really can't pay back eighty thousand yuan right now."
"Could you