"Why is it you?" Zhang Rumei saw the middle-aged man walking in from outside the door, looking panicked.
"Miss Zhang, I finally found you. You still owe me money," the middle-aged man said, reaching out his hand.
"What money? I don't understand what you mean. I don't even know you," Zhang Rumei said with a grim expression.
Her demeanor couldn't hide the panic in her heart at all, and now Zhang Rumei was pretending not to know the middle-aged man—her reactions before and after were obviously inconsistent.
"Miss Zhang, what you're doing isn't right. Do I have to spell it out for you?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.
Before Zhang Rumei could speak, Ye Chen deliberately asked with a smile, "Uncle Qiang, do you know this Miss Zhang?"
"Mr. Ye, of course, we know each other," the middle-aged man nodded and said.
Although the middle-aged man said this, Zhang Rumei was confident he wouldn't dare tell the truth, as doing so would mean neither of them would escape.
