Juan was already at a loss, unable to do anything but cry. It was not until Zhang Xi yelled at her that she frantically fumbled for her cell phone, but after all the operations, she didn't borrow a single cent.

"How could this happen?" Zhang Xi was furious. He snatched the phone from his wife's hand and took a look at it. He was almost mad to death. He didn't know when Juan had borrowed an online loan, and she hadn't paid it back yet!

"Husband, what's wrong?" Juan asked with a bitter face.

What Zhang Xi got in return was a kick: "How dare you ask!"

The kick sent Juan crashing down onto the ground. "What?"

"Did you borrow money and not pay it back?"

Xu Juan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Fang Zao Zao had helped her borrow money.

"It wasn't me, it was the woman next door, the one with the surname Fang." She repeatedly put the blame on Fang Zao Zao, "It was the day Xiaoli had a fever, she, she made it for me."

Zhang Xi didn't care about that: "What should I do now! You spendthrift woman!"

"No, she lied to me! She said she wouldn't return it after I uninstalled it!"

Several debt collectors were amused: "You really nailed the trick of trying to cover up your own faults."

Xiaojuan still felt wronged: "I don't want to borrow it. Really, I wouldn't have borrowed it when I came here..."

The creditors had no interest in watching their performance. A burly man with a flat head pointed at Juan and said, "You should be thankful that I don't hit women." But he didn't say anything.

As Zhang Xi said this, he was punched.

Juanjuan looked distressed: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'll return it! Can't I return it?"

She said this, but she didn't move. It wasn't because of others, but because she was wondering who would be willing to lend her money. What she said before was also true. She had never thought about borrowing money online because those people were not to be messed with. So she borrowed money from people she knew around her. Whether they paid it back or not was one thing, the worst that could happen was that she would cry poor.

It’s all Fang Zao Zao’s fault!

But now there is no one to blame, she wants to save Zhang Xi.

A creditor looked at the injuries on her body, somewhat puzzled, and nudged Zhang Xi with his elbow: "Hey, are you fighting?"

Zhang Xi was always a bully, so he smiled and nodded, "This woman has to be beaten."

"Brother, did you hear that? This girl is really cheap." Someone said.

"Shut up."

At this moment, the door was opened again, and a young woman sent a little boy to the door. Just as she was about to leave, she made eye contact with the person inside the house.

Both sides were a little nervous for a moment.

"Who is that?" It was the creditor who broke the silence first.

"Brother, that's my son, and that's his godmother!" Zhang Xi seemed to have seen a savior, "She's rich!"

The debt collector looked at Fang Zaozao in confusion. Seeing this, Fang Zaozao also grabbed Zhang Xiaoli and looked at the people in the room with her arms folded.

"Why would I care about you if I have money?"

Zhang Xi didn't expect that the creditor next to him would kick him directly.

"You can borrow it from her! Borrow it!" Zhang Xi kept saying, then glared at his wife, "Why are you still standing there?"

Juan Ming came over and immediately knelt down: "Miss Fang, you, you have to help us. It's all because of you borrowing money for that phone that things have become like this!"