C1370 The Most Merciless Red Dust Dao

Ye Xiangyang's father was livid. "That's absurd! We've paid our rent in full. I haven't left a single grain of rice unpaid."

The visitor sneered, pulled out a document, gave it a shake, and unfurled it. "Look closely," he taunted. "This is the receipt for the rent, and you've only paid half. Your thumbprint is right there!"

Ye Xiangyang and his family were stunned. The words were clear as day