294, troublesome, endless nagging.

"What?" Song Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaim, "Our business is gone? Our savings are gone? And we even owe a million?"

A million to the ordinary commoner is a astronomical figure, and many people would never make that much in a single lifetime.

"Huanhuan, it's not because you refuse to give us money, Xiaotao's education is a huge problem, we had to buy a house in a good school district, so I had to take a gamble, I never expected it to end up like this."

Song Qiliang, with sorrow and regret in his eyes, looked at Song Qinghuan, beating his own head and remorsefully yelled, "Huanhuan, your father has always treated you well, you can't just watch us sink!"

Angered, Song Qinghuan responded, "How am I supposed to help you! A million isn't just a hundred!"

She had always been closely examining Song Qiliang, trying to figure out whether his remorse was genuine or just an act.