Chen Ming was cornered in the alley by people from the loan company. He knelt and begged, "Please give me a few more days. I can pay back the money as soon as I contact Mrs. Gu, I swear."
Lately, He Sirui was riding high, frequently appearing in the media to show off her great life, completely ignoring this little person. Mrs. Gu hadn't come to pick up her little son from school for several days, and Chen couldn't reach her by phone. The debt was snowballing and about to crush him. He was almost driven to jump into the river.
It was hard to tell if his tears were real or fake; every time he was chased for debts, he would cry his heart out, snot and tears flowing, shouting that they might as well cut off his hand.
These people were used to Chen Ming's act. They wanted money; his worthless life was of no use to them.
"Chen, we've entertained you long enough. If we don't get our money back, how are we supposed to get by in this business?"
