The Only Person Who Was Good to Her Was the Old Lady from the Lu Family

"I don't have money. You either chop off his hands and shout. He doesn't want to gamble anymore, or you can send him to the hospital and sell his organs to you. Anyway, don't expect me to spend more money on him. "

Her body was kicked a few more times. Even if her face was pale from the pain, Mu Qinghuan was not willing to give Liu Biao and the rest a penny.

Mu Ming owed Liu Biao a million yuan. How could Liu Biao just go back like this?

Seeing Mu Qinghuan beat him up, Mu Qinghuan's face turned pale. After a few moments, Mu Qinghuan was still unwilling to let go. He looked at Mu Qinghuan again, squatted beside her and pinched her chin, telling her to look up at him.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Mu Qinghuan sneered, "Even if you beat me to death, I don't have the money to give it to you. The one who owes money is Mu Ming. It has nothing to do with me."