The House Is Finally Secured
He Xingzhi watched the man sprinting off so hastily that his shoes nearly fell off and sighed, shaking his head. "Gambling truly ruins lives. He inherited such a good house from his ancestors, which could easily fetch him hundreds in monthly rent, but now he's selling it and still might not have enough."
"It should be enough. The others won't let him stay in debt," Jiang Yexun replied casually, leaning against the wall and offering a cigarette to He Xingzhi.
He Xingzhi lit the cigarette, glanced up, and noticed Jiang Yexun had one in his mouth but hadn't lit it. It was clear that Jiang Yexun was trying to quit smoking, probably because his sister-in-law didn't like it.
"Probably, they'll only lend him five thousand at most. With such a large house and such a high price, it's hard to sell. No one wants to risk it. Besides, gamblers like him might owe money to others, not just the underground casinos, right?" He Xingzhi asked with concern.