Zhou Da Kui was filled with a rage he couldn't vent.
Though he hadn't written the IOU himself, could he really refuse to acknowledge it?
He couldn't. If he didn't, everyone in the village would think his family was ungrateful. He had to acknowledge it, but he felt incredibly wronged.
The IOU didn't list much. The money and grain were nothing to him now; he could produce them without breaking a sweat. The problem was, back in the day, those things had been a very big deal.
Watching Zhou Da Kui's expression, Gu'er secretly shook her head.
Zhou Erpao was also at a loss for words. He was one of the debtors, too. He had come today with the same intentions as Zhou Da Kui, hoping he might even persuade Sun Jiaming to marry his daughter. He never expected things to turn out like this. They had all been utterly humiliated.
"Do you have anything else to say, Uncle?"
Sun Jiaming waved the IOU in his hand, questioning Zhou Da Kui.
