Before the other person could finish speaking, Feng Qianqian snatched the phone, unable to accept it: "You're talking nonsense, how could he possibly gamble?"
"And who are you?" The other person recognized another voice.
"I'm his wife!" Feng Qianqian shouted, "Let He Ziqian answer the phone."
The other party smiled knowingly: "You can answer the phone, but the money will be in your account within three days. Otherwise, you can expect to be collecting his corpse."
Soon, He Ziqian was called over. The man, who had lost everything, was unwilling to accept that the money he had spent on purchasing goods was gone just like that. He wanted to turn things around, but he was trapped in a bad situation.
Upon hearing his name called, they assumed he was willing to continue borrowing money, so he flattered them and promised, "One last bet, if I win, I'll leave. Brother Biao, please be kind. I've already called my family, and my grandma will definitely transfer the money over."
Hearing He Ziqian's voice and his calculations about her retirement pension on the other end of the phone, Mrs. He trembled with anger: "He Ziqian, you bastard, get back here right now!"
Hearing his mother's furious voice on the phone, He Ziqian was stunned.
Feng Qianqian shouted, "He Ziqian, how dare you gamble? Didn't you say you were going to buy goods? Stop gambling! Gambling is harmful! How could you gamble? How can you face me and the child?"
Realizing his gambling had been exposed, He Ziqian hurriedly hung up the phone, asking, "What...what's going on with them?"
The man called Brother Biao gloated: "They called themselves. So that's your home phone number. That's good. If you don't pay back the money, we'll call your home phone every day and harass them."
He Ziqian: "......."
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