"Who else in the village would be able to raise one hundred yuan for you in such a short time? Qin Ye, one cannot be without a conscience!"
The onlooking villagers thought about their own poverty; indeed, they couldn't come up with one hundred yuan... nor was it easy to borrow since their relatives were poor too!
Qin Ye, furious, sneered and was just about to snap back when a voice sounded from behind him.
"Wow, I've seen shameless, but never this shameless. What's this, you benefit and still expect thanks?"
As Rong Yan spoke up, all eyes immediately turned to her, even Qin Fulin's wife, who was kneeling down... Her expression changed in an instant upon seeing Rong Yan.
"Wife, why did you come?"
Qin Ye was somewhat surprised that his wife came here; he really hoped she would leave and didn't want her to be bothered by these troubles.
Rong Yan scoffed, and of course, her scoff was not aimed at Qin Ye.
"If I hadn't come, I would never have heard such a laughable matter."
