In an old apartment building.
The older, plump woman had been sitting on the ground waiting, but as time ticked away, no one appeared.
Anxiety and fear increasingly etched themselves across her face.
"Damn little sis, did she run off and abandon me?" The thought instantly rose in the older, plump woman's mind.
And the more she thought about it, the more she believed it to be true, her face turning ashen.
She began to wonder if her hands would soon be chopped off.
Even a minor cut on her body could hurt for several days, let alone getting her hands chopped off—wouldn't that be excruciatingly painful?
Moreover, it would be both hands!
The older, plump woman was in despair. She lifted her head, wanting to plead with the debt collector again, hoping that even if he wouldn't let her off easily, he might at least leave her one hand!
However, when she looked at Chen Hao, she suddenly froze, her face lighting up with surprise.