"Yeah, Aunt Song, you said I owe your family over 100 yuan, but do you have a promissory note? If you can't produce the note, I simply can't acknowledge this debt! We need to base our claims on evidence. Without that piece of paper with a signature and a stamp, why should I accept such a mute loss?" Xu Fangfang, originally anxious, saw Xu Xiuxiu defending her and even threatening Feng Laidi with such dominance. She immediately felt invigorated, forgetting the wound on her forehead as she jumped up and bragged. Right! She hadn't written a promissory note when borrowing the money; she could completely deny the debt.
The foolish appearance Xu Fangfang presented upon jumping out was simply breathtaking. With that touching level of intelligence, she had fooled so many people; inexplicably, Xu Xiuxiu found it both funny and sad.
"Xu Fangfang," Xu Xiuxiu called her name with a hint of menace and threat.
