"Auntie, who are you playing this victimizing trick for? My husband doesn't like teary and whimpery women, it's my brashness that he's fond of." Luo Qingli took a few steps forward to Ma Sihui, utterly outdoing her in terms of presence. "Or are you saying, you simply can't pay the money you owe? You want to default?"
"Is it just about money? Have you dived too deep into your money pit, or perhaps you never saw money in your past life? You indeed behave like a poor and miserable household." Ma Sihui had never felt so humiliated before.
Usually, everyone catered to her, but she met such an unreasonable person as Luo Qingli.
"You say that I have hindered Brother Yuying and I should pay him, what about you? Haven't you also delayed him, are you prepared to pay him, too?"
Ma Sihui asked in the same way, thinking she had finally gained the upper hand. Little did she know Luo Qingli's reply would infuriate her.