After hearing Yuan Shuai, one yellow-haired thug said impatiently, "You still have time to worry about whether it's a man or a woman? Pay back what you owe first!"
"Exactly! Pay up first!"
"Two million! Even if it were a man, you're in no position to be picky!"
"Just accept your fate!"
"But who's this beauty?"
"She's repaying a debt of gratitude?"
"If she let someone keep her, she'd be worth at least a million or two, right?"
"Probably more!"
The thugs started teasing him. They all thought Yuan Shuai was incredibly lucky: he owed two million, and someone was already offering to pay it off for him.
Bai Xianchu hadn't understood what they were saying. She just said angrily, "It was a man. He told me that if I didn't come to repay you, he could do what I just said."
Yuan Shuai's heart sank when he heard it was a man. But just as he was about to refuse, he saw the thugs crack their knuckles and surround him again.
He understood that before, when he had no money, the thugs had only roughed him up. But now there was a chance to get the money. If he didn't pay today, they probably wouldn't let him off easily.
Remembering Bai Xianchu's promise that she could even make him famous, he gritted his teeth and said, "Where is that man? Take me to him!"
When Bai Xianchu heard that Yuan Shuai really wanted the money more than he wanted her, tears sprang to her eyes. She stared at him in disbelief.
After Bai Xianchu had stayed silent for a while, Yuan Shuai asked impatiently, "Hurry up and tell me who it is! Where is he? I'm willing to trade this so-called debt of gratitude for the things he offered!"