C443 Bad Attitude

I watched Wang Yan's movements. After he took out his cell phone, he said to me, "It's been half an hour." "Why don't I put a little fire on the boy and prod him.

"What?" "How do we add fuel to the fire?" I asked, but had to admit that I was not as scheming as Wang Yan.

"Of course it was the debt. You can't think of a way to earn money without paying me back? " Wang Yan said to me