Yao Siyuan looked outside. It was midsummer. Although the small town enjoyed spring all year round, summer wasn't as scorching as in other places—to the point where people couldn't step outside—but when he saw the glaring sunlight, he felt his vision blur, his heart pounding intensely. He felt as if something was about to happen.
Yao Siyuan said, "Brother-in-law, I don't know why, but I'm constantly anxious. Shouldn't we... shouldn't we change places first?"
Yao Siyuan, who had never done anything illegal, was now involved in extortion. He felt truly afraid; he had regretted it long ago.
Ordinary people wanting change is not that easy, and not everyone can do bad things, can they?
Qian Zheng raised his head, his face twisted with excitement. His eyes, now completely consumed by greed, were fixed on money—lots of money. Money could drive people insane.
