Tens of Thousands in a Month?!

"You guys know each other?" Su Xiaoxiao looked at the man, then at Jiang Yexun, her expression filled with puzzlement.

"Yeah." Jiang Yexun lowered his head and gently explained to her, "Three years ago, I went to Shenyang and coincidentally saw him being chased and beaten by seven or eight people there, so I sent him to the hospital."

Su Xiaoxiao's face showed a look of sudden realization as she nodded. However, the young man couldn't help but smile wryly. "Your words aren't entirely accurate. I was about to be beaten to death by seven or eight people, and you saved me, took me to the hospital, and even covered my medical expenses. But when I woke up, you were long gone."

If it weren't for the man in front of him, he would have died a long time ago.

"It's an unexpected pleasure to find you today. Now that you're on my turf, feel free to come to me for anything. I can handle any big matter for you," Zong Xiaoping said, patting his chest, oozing a sense of underworld confidence.