Collecting a Debt at the Door

Zhang Xin'ai suddenly spoke up. As a fellow woman, she felt Jiang Xinxin was making women look bad.

"Could I work for the Zhang Family? I'm not picky about the job!"

Jiang Xinxin seized the chance to ask Zhang Xin'ai. She needed a family like theirs to protect her. Pay and status no longer mattered.

But any job in the Zhang Family's businesses might still put her in danger. She would have to go out into the world, after all.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Xin'ai glanced at Zhang Yang, but he gave no sign either way. He had no desire to save anyone now. He was no saint, and he still resented Jiang Xinxin.

"All right, then. Come work as a maid at my house."

"Thank you, Miss Zhang."

Jiang Xinxin had not even caught what the job was. All she heard was that Zhang Xin'ai had accepted her, and she thanked her at once, deeply grateful.

Late that night, at Zhang Mansion.

Two groups had already been sent out to watch the Martial Arts Association and the Wu Family. Now someone from the Martial Arts Association had arrived.

"Please let them know a representative of the Martial Arts Association is here to see the young master of Zhang Mansion."

No outsiders knew Zhang Liangyin had been confined to the mansion. Zhao Lei had come to collect the debt at his senior's instruction, but as soon as he reached the gate, he noticed how tense the household was. More bodyguards had been posted at the entrance.

"Sorry, the young master isn't available. Please leave."

The bodyguard was following an order from Zhang Hong: anyone asking for Zhang Liangyin was to be told that the young master was unavailable and would not receive visitors.

Zhao Lei was completely thrown.