This guy was actually demanding money from Yang Xiaoqiao? For a twenty-thousand-yuan debt? From Yang Xiaoqiao, the number one "commoner school beauty" of Jiangnan University? Did he have any sense of chivalry? Any shame at all?
The rich second-generation guy couldn't take it anymore. He rushed forward, planted himself in front of Yang Xiaoqiao, and seethed with righteous indignation.
"Xiao Qiao, do you really owe him money?"
Yang Xiaoqiao remained silent.
The scion stylishly pulled a genuine leather wallet from his back pocket, took out a stack of bills, and threw them at Ye Xiong, roaring, "No need to count it! I'll pay Xiao Qiao's debt for her."
Ye Xiong caught the cash, fanned it out like a peacock's tail, and counted it with a smile. "Sorry, there's only 19,900 yuan here. You're short a hundred."