Seeing that Sang Shilong was hesitant to speak, Song Wanru quickly spoke, "Ming'an owes 20 million, and we really can't afford it! Qianqian, 20 million is nothing to you. Ming'an is your cousin after all, so just help him pay it back! Okay? Just think of it as your aunt begging you!"

When Song Wanru finished speaking, tears were about to flow and her voice was filled with tears.

When Sang Weimin heard this, he almost couldn't breathe and fainted.

Seeing Sang Weimin like this, Sang Jueqian didn't bother to say anything to Song Wanru. He hurried to Sang Weimin and patted his back to help him calm down.

Li Junyan also handed over a glass of water, "Grandpa, don't worry about getting angry. Drink a sip of water to calm down."

Sang Weimin took the water cup and took several gulps of water. He finally calmed himself down and pointed at Sang Mingan and asked, "How did you owe 20 million? What did you do?"

Sang Ming'an's face was extremely pale and haggard, like a seriously ill patient. He shuddered, his face full of confusion. "I... I didn't do anything! I don't know how I owed this money. I just bought some things, ate and drank, and didn't do anything else! Someone gave me money, and I thought it would be a waste not to spend it, but I didn't expect the other party to be calculating against me. In the end, they held the IOU and asked me to pay back the money, saying that if I didn't, they would break my legs..."

Having said this, Sang Mingan stopped.

He seemed to suddenly remember something and looked towards Sang Jueqian. "I remember now. Those people gave me money after they heard that you were my cousin. They were clearly targeting you. I have suffered an unexpected disaster! This is all because of you. You can't just ignore it. You have to pay me back!"

Sang Weimin, who had just recovered a little, almost fainted from anger again after hearing this.

"You... you still dare to shirk responsibility even at this point! It's obviously you who's lazy and greedy, and you're the one who wanted to take advantage, but now you're pushing the blame onto Qianqian. Do you still have any shame?"

"My life is almost gone, why should I still have any dignity! Of course I want my life! I don't care, those people are coming for Sang Jueqian anyway. If it weren't for Sang Jueqian, I wouldn't have fallen to this point. Sang Jueqian should pay back this money!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Sang Weimin stood up, rushed to Sang Ming'an, and slapped him in the face. "It's already this time, and you're still saying such things. You're really hopeless!

What did you just say? You're going to die, right? In that case, then go ahead and die! You're a waste anyway!"

Sang Ming'an didn't even bother to cover his face. He just looked at Sang Weimin in disbelief, "Grandpa, what did you say? You actually want me to die? Am I still your grandson?

From childhood to adulthood, even if your favorite person is Sang Jueqian, you can't just watch me die, right?"

Sang Shilong also hurried forward, "Dad, Ming'an is your grandson! He's your only grandson, how could you be so cruel as to watch him die?"

"So what if we only have this one grandson? I just said that our family doesn't have a throne for him to inherit. Even if there really were mountains of gold and silver, a fool like him would be able to squander it all!"

"No, no." Song Wanru hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Ming'an already knows he was wrong. He will definitely not make the same mistake again. Ming'an, quickly admit your mistake to Grandpa!"

Sang Mingan snorted coldly and turned his head away. "I did nothing wrong. Why should I admit my mistake? If you have the guts, just leave me alone and let those people kill me."

"Okay, okay!" Sang Weimin sneered, "You have backbone! If that's the case, then you must have backbone to the end! Don't ever let me get scared again! You guys go now!"

As soon as Sang Weimin finished speaking, Sang Mingan's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Seeing him like this, Sang Weimin sneered, "What's wrong? Weren't you very strong-willed just now? Why are you so weak now?"

Sang Ming'an didn't say anything either, but just looked at Song Wanru pitifully.

Song Wanru hurried forward, wanting to hold Sang Mingan in her arms.

But Sang Ming'an is no longer a child. He is more than a head taller than Song Wanru.

Song Wanru touched Sang Ming'an's arm, suddenly turned around, and knelt down in front of Sang Jueqian.

"Qianqian, auntie, please! Please spare your cousin's life!"