Su He's crying and screaming burst out from the other end of the phone.
Even without the speaker on, Sun Zhuo could hear it.
He signaled with his eyes, asking what on earth was happening to Su Ye.
Su Ye was equally confused; Su He's screams were like slaughtering a pig, and it certainly didn't sound like acting.
"Who is trying to take over Su's? Speak clearly," Su Ye commanded coldly.
Before Su He could reply, it seemed someone else had snatched the phone away.
A rough male voice came through the receiver.
"Miss Su Ye, your old man lost three billion in gambling. He had signed an agreement before, using the company as collateral. Now that there's no money to pay back, it shouldn't be a problem for us to take the company, right?"
"Gambling?"
Su Ye's head buzzed.
Lost three billion in gambling?!
What kind of beastly thing had Su He done?
Three billion, not thirty million, and certainly not three million!
Had he gone mad?