Yang Wantong's father opened the door, and as anticipated, there were four people playing mahjong.
The most noticeable was a man in his forties, shirtless, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, flower tattoos covering his back, and a gold necklace, perfectly fitting Lin Yi's stereotype of a thug.
Seeing someone come in, the people playing mahjong stopped what they were doing, and the people watching from the side turned to look at Lin Yi.
Some held cameras, and others had microphones, guessing that these people probably were journalists.
"Third Son Yang, is this your daughter? Tsk tsk, she's becoming more and more beautiful, haha..."
The speaker was the shirtless man, his eyes roving over Yang Wantong incessantly.
Yang Wantong's eyes showed disgust, but she didn't back down.
"Liu Zhan, when will you return the money you owe our family? It's been over a year." Yang Wantong said.
The man named Liu Zhan looked calm.
