Li Hanchu's predicament wasn't something Sun Jinzhong knew too much about.
In the days prior, when Chen Hai had split one thousand yuan with him, he truly got a taste of sweetness.
He'd been spending lavishly these past few days, living comfortably, but the money in his pocket was depleting alarmingly quickly.
Upon learning what had befallen Li Hanchu in the neighboring group six, he hurried to Chen Hai immediately to relay the news.
The reason was simple—Sun Jinzhong knew that if his cousin managed to earn money from Li Hanchu's case, he wouldn't be left out.
"Brother Zhong, are you saying that Li Hanchu, as soon as he falls asleep, keeps dreaming about that woman in the floral dress?"
"In just six or seven days, he has lost so much weight?"
"A robust man, nowadays so frail that he must lean on walls to walk?"
Chen Hai's expression turned a bit odd as he furrowed his brow and sought confirmation from Sun Jinzhong.
He had an inkling about what was going on.