Qiushi cried miserably; he didn't have fifty million either.
With no other choice, he called his father; he dared not let Old Mrs. Chang Lan know about this.
After Qiu Deming received the news, he rushed over anxiously.
When he saw Qiu Shi kneeling on the ground, he almost wanted to kick him to death.
First, he brutally slapped Qiushi several times, then Qiu Deming smiled apologetically, bowing and nodding to Brother Gou and said: "Brother Gou, please be merciful. You know our Qiu Family is a small family, and fifty million is really something we can't produce."
Upon hearing this, Brother Gou sneered and said: "Qiu Deming, I've already given you a lot of face. Originally, I wanted a hundred million, but given your inability to produce that amount, I only asked for fifty million."
"If you can't even produce fifty million, then sorry! Prepare to collect your son's corpse!"
"Someone, chop off his hands first!"
