Bloodied and battered, Lin Xiang was unable to stand steadily. His eyelids trembled as he stammered, "O—One... One hundred and fifty thousand yuan."
Qiao Lengyue gasped in horror. "One hundred and fifty thousand yuan?!"
Lin Xiang was so frightened by her booming voice that he hung his head in shame. With a tiny voice, he mumbled, "I... I don't remember... It should be that amount. It should be that much..."
Judging from his expression, it must have been more than that.
Sure enough, the leader spoke, "In your dreams. We wouldn't have invested so much of our effort just to get such a small amount from you. Do you think we're all idiots?"
Qiao Lengyue's heart sank. She looked at Lin Xiang in disappointment. "Tell me, how much?"
Lin Xiang lowered his head again and dared not meet her eyes.