Spit out the money?
Once it entered my, Lin Heng's, pocket, did they think they could get it back? No way!
Third Uncle wanted another beating!
Just as he was about to make a move, Shen Yeting's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
"(;′??Д??) Aunt, save me... Someone's trying to assassinate me!" Lin Heng ran over like a scheming little green tea.
Lin Yi hurriedly lowered his stick, forcing out a smile with a livid face. "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Don't listen to this brat's nonsense. I only wanted to discuss a partnership with him!"
"Hmph! With your stick raised that high, it doesn't look like you were discussing a partnership at all. If you wanted to talk, why didn't you say anything in the hall just now?"
"I... This brat swindled me out of money, all right?!"
"Our Old Lin Family cleaned up his mess and paid five hundred thousand Spirit Stones in betrothal gifts for him. Yet he split the spoils with someone else. Either he returns the money, or he kidnaps that girl back!"
If you brat refused to play fair, then don't blame your granduncle for setting you up.
"What five hundred thousand Spirit Stones? It was clearly only three hundred thousand..."
Before he could finish, Shen Yeting grabbed his ear. Looking somewhat suspicious, she said, "What exactly happened? Come back with Aunt and explain yourself properly."
"Wait, Aunt, don't listen to his nonsense... Ow..."
Watching Lin Heng get dragged away, Lin Yi finally wore a look of satisfaction. That little bastard needed a good beating and a proper lesson.
Afterward, Shen Yeting pulled Lin Heng to a deserted place.
She asked what exactly had happened.
Lin Heng told her how he had scammed the Old Lin Family at the