"If it weren't for the boss suddenly calling us to collect debts, I really would've liked to cuddle with a woman all night long."
"Who wouldn't?"
"Cut the crap, we're here."
The leader of the group—it was the punk with dyed hair who got taught a lesson by Li Qianfan in the movie theater, right?
The world really is small; to run into him again so soon.
But what's this about debt collecting?
Just as Li Qianfan was lost in thought, those few youths had already arrived at Liu Dashuan's stall.
The dyed-haired youth at the front kicked over a table with a loud crash.
"Liu Dashuan, it's time to pay up! If you don't pay up tonight, I'm going to smash up your food stall!"
The dyed-haired youth swaggered around, acting like he'd just won a battle.
Liu Dashuan's face turned pale, and he hurriedly came out from behind the stall, wiping his hands on his apron and nodding and bowing as he said, "Brother Huang, can you give me a little more time? I don't have that much money right now…"