"Big brother, do you know what kind of person this Liao Er is?"
Aunt Guihua put down her bowl and trembled as she asked the person beside her.
The old man was skinny, his whole body looked like a shriveled piece of wood. Sparse white beard hung from his chin, and he was dressed in the coarsest of hemp shirts, looking quite desolate.
"He's extremely cruel and ruthless. Anyone who offends him never ends up well," the old man said, breaking into a cough.
Aunt Guihua's face lost all its color.
A ruthless debt collector...
What about Miaomiao?
Would Miaomiao get into trouble?
The only hope was Li Lian, who was lying sick in bed. Aunt Guihua wiped the tears from her face and bent down to inquire more.
Unfortunately, Li Lian had fallen into a coma, and no matter how much Aunt Guihua called out to her, she didn't respond.
Nanzhi was worried about Shen Miaomiao. She forced herself to remain calm during the journey, but unconsciously, she had sped up her horse.