"Let you go?"
Li Song let out a cold laugh, pointing at the already broken door, "Do you know what kind of door this is? This is genuine Southern pearwood, it's quite valuable."
"Can I use my half year's work to pay off the debt?" Jiang Xue pleaded desperately.
"How much can your half-year salary be worth? Not even enough to cover the cost of the door handle!"
"This door is at least eight hundred thousand! Compensate, or else I'll call security immediately, have your brother caught and sent to jail, and then, let him serve time!"
Li Song's heart was filled with joy, he had been fretting about not having any leverage against Jiang Xue.
The company losing items was a fact, but he didn't have proof, so he could only use it temporarily to scare Jiang Xue. If things escalated, without evidence, it would be hard for him to pin the blame on Jiang Xue.
But now things were different.
Jiang Xue's brother had kicked his office door down, which was undeniable.
