"Your woman?"
Wang Biao shivered, nervously pointing at Zhang Huimin, "Zhang... Widow Zhang, is your woman?"
Widow?
A cold gleam flashed in Ye Huan's eyes, and without a word, he kicked out. Wang Biao flew back several meters, clutching his abdomen and screaming in pain.
"Little Ye, you... you hit... hit Wang... Wang Biao..." Zhang Huimin's face was full of terror, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Well done, Boss Ye, I beg Madam Ye for forgiveness!"
Wang Biao shouted, struggling to get up, and said, "Boss Ye, it was... it was my fault, I didn't... didn't know Zhang Huimin was your woman, otherwise how would I dare to touch... touch her or insult her."
"Kneel down."
Without any hesitation, Wang Biao knelt with a plop in front of Zhang Huimin.
He was beyond tears; every week he would bring his subordinates to demand debts from Zhao Huimin, without knowing she could be connected to such a powerful person.
If he had known, how would he dare to ask for money!
