Song Xiaotian did not dare get physical at someone else's company either.
But he could not resign himself to simply leaving.
He noticed that Du Yunting's office was lavishly decorated, with several antique vases on display.
"Fine. If you won't pay up, I'll sell these antiques of yours!"
As he spoke, Song Xiaotian piled all the antiques in the office onto the coffee table, ready to take them away together later.
Du Yunting did not stop him. He said calmly, "I told you I have no money right now. If they were real, I would have sold them long ago. All the antiques in this office are reproductions I had someone make."
Looking at the coffee table covered in fake antiques, Song Xiaotian laughed in exasperation again.
He pulled out his phone and called a group of people over.
"Fine, so they're fake."
"But these leather sofas are real, aren't they?"
"And this huanghuali desk of yours is real, isn't it?"
"Take them away! Take every last one! Carry out everything worth money in this office!"
Unable to swallow his anger, Song Xiaotian had his people strip Du Yunting's office bare, leaving only a computer sitting on the floor.
Du Yunting looked at the empty office and remained silent for a long time, without saying a word.
"Just you wait."
"You shameless bastard, refusing to pay your debts."
"I'm telling my wife when I get back. You're dead!"
After making his threats, Song Xiaotian turned and left.
He soon had someone sell off the things taken from Du Yunting's office. They went for bargain prices, fetching just over twenty thousand yuan.
I had no idea why he was so short of money. I guessed Pan Xiaorou was simply too rich, while his family's assets were not his yet. That probably