Yu Jinwen held the lighter, raised his eyes, his pupils were not warm at all, and stared at the burly man who unconsciously left the car and stood up straighter.

"I'll go down first." Yu Jinwen turned to Nan Song and said.

Nan Song stared at him for a few seconds, without much expression on his face, and nodded lightly, "Okay."

Yu Jinwen pushed open the car door, and Zhuo Xuan seemed to see hope, almost crying with joy, "Brother Jin, I knew you wouldn't ignore me!"

However, as soon as she shouted this, she saw Yu Jinwen walking straight in the other direction and pulling He Zhao out from the group of thugs collecting debts.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, he got into the car with He Zhao, completely ignoring Zhuo Xuan.

"Drive." Yu Jinwen rolled up the window and the car drove away quickly. The thugs reacted and tried to catch up but couldn't.

"Grass!"

A thug with dyed red hair was so angry that he threw away the stick in his hand, touched his head irritably, turned around and gave Zhuo Xuan a big-eared melon seed.

"Ah!" Zhuo Xuan was slapped to the ground by him, and her already red face suddenly became even more swollen. She was so painful that her vision went black, and she fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.

Hongmao grabbed her hair and pulled her up, "Didn't you say that Yu Jinwen is your old friend? Are you fucking lying to me?"

"No, no, I didn't lie to you. I really had a relationship with him, and I am his ex-girlfriend!"

"Fart! Can Yu Jinwen like you? You don't even urinate and show your face. How can you compare with my current girlfriend? It's like heaven and earth!"

Hong Mao said and slapped Zhuo Xuan again. Zhuo Xuan's cheek muscles trembled and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She only felt that this slap was from Nan Song. It not only hit her face, but also hit her heart, making her taste humiliation.

Zhuo Xuan smiled coldly, "I can't compare with Nan Song. She is the eldest lady of the Nan Group and Yu Jinwen's sweetheart. Don't you want money? Go to her. She has a lot of money! Don't say that.

She can take out five million or five hundred million, it depends on whether you have the ability to get it out of her hands."

"What the hell..." Hong Mao was about to raise his hand again, but was stopped by the sturdy man, who frowned and said, "Stop it, how can you sell it if your face is bruised?"

The big man put the cigarette in his mouth again, and the boy next to him eagerly came up to help him light the cigarette.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

The big man puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "The Zhuo family still has a house. It's worth two to three million. She has to earn the rest by herself."

He glanced at Zhuo Xuan coldly and said, "Send her to Sister Hua."

"Okay." Several thugs dragged Zhuo Xuan away.

The big man got in the car, and another younger brother came close to Hongmao and asked cautiously, "Second brother, do you think Miss Nan really has 500 million?"

Hongmao smiled coldly, "Miss Nan Group, what do you think?"

"Five hundred million!"

The younger brother swallowed hard, "If this is in our hands, we will have enough food and clothing for the rest of our lives. Why do we have to do such a thankless job?"
Chapter completed!