Hearing Zheng Man'er's words, a group of men and women in fancy clothes looked at Zheng Man'er with half-smiles.

Looking for money from Si Qingyi?

This is equivalent to asking Long Tianzhan for money.

Does this guy still want to hang out in Wucheng?

Or is she tired of living?

And the man who looked supercilious squinted at Zheng Man'er for a moment, looked him up and down, and let out a cold laugh.

Obviously, he felt that Zheng Man'er was able to stand and speak in front of Si Qingyi because of Zheng Man'er's weight, it was already the merits of his ancestors, and the ancestral grave was full of smoke.

Asking for money and collecting debts silently?

Thinking of this, the man said coldly: "Mr. Zheng?"

"What qualifications do you think you have to collect debts?"

"What's more, are you sure that your so-called debt is real?"

"Speaking and doing things, it's best to pass your brain!"

"How much money does my family, Si Qing, always owe you?"

"Are you kidding me!?"

Hearing the other party's tone, Zheng Man'er, who didn't have much hope for asking for the money back, frowned slightly at this moment.

It's just that Zheng Man'er ignored the man who spoke, but squinted at Si Qingyi, and said slowly: "President Si Qing, we have IOUs, contracts, and necessary procedures for the arrears. I think you shouldn't deny it, right?"

"Little cousin, didn't you hear what I just said?"

Seeing Zheng Man'er's attitude, the defiant man scolded angrily, and almost poked Zheng Man'er's face with his cigar.

Zheng Man'er frowned slightly, and was about to say something just now, at this moment, Si Qingyi, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head slowly.

Her face is indeed somewhat similar to Fujiwara Norika, with an unspeakable softness.

It's no wonder that the bigwigs in the entertainment industry will try their best to get her.

This is why a character like Long Tianzhan dotes on her so much.

But at this moment, this Si Qingyi didn't show the sweet smile that is said to be overwhelming.

After she glanced at Zheng Man'er with her cold eyes, she picked up the silk fan on the table and fanned it slowly.

"Zheng Man'er, Mr. Zheng, right?"

"There is a saying, a door is a guest."

"Since you have come to our bullring, you must have a game, right?"

"You choose a cow, you can win, let's talk about the debt."

"You lost, one billion, a write-off!"

"Come on, choose whatever you want, buy it and leave." JrNovels.com