"Zhang Dacheng? Who's that?" Zhou Ying asked in confusion.
Gu Chengrui found the name familiar, but he could not recall where he had heard it.
Zhang Qingqing looked at the two's reactions and felt both angry and wronged. She immediately shouted, "You two, you two are too heartless. My father died for your family, and you've already forgotten his name."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't remember anyone dying for us." Zhou Ying replied in an unpleasant tone.
Gu Chengrui thought of something. He stood up and asked, "Is your father Zhang Dacheng, the one who died at the hands of the Qiao family on a ship in the winter two years ago?"
"At least you guys have some conscience." Zhang Qingqing heaved a sigh of relief.
She looked at Zhou Ying and said, "I know your restaurant's business is good. Please save me and buy me; I'll be your slave. Otherwise, I'll be sent down a dead-end road."