The next day, Tang Zhixian returned from Zhu City, looking dejected. She tossed her bag onto the seat and sat silently with her eyes closed.
Tang ZhiLuo could tell her sister was under immense pressure.
After a few months of starting the business, they hadn't made any profit—on the contrary, Zhixian had lost the five million from her divorce settlement and now faced up to twenty million in debt.
Tang ZhiLuo walked over and patted her sister's shoulder. "Sis, I'm sorry."
It was her decision to take on this order, and it had ruined her sister.
Tang Zhixian held her hand. "It's not your fault. It's the scammers' fault. I've already reported the matter to the police. Zhu City's authorities said they'd notify us once there's news."
"I'll reach out to Mr. Ji and see if we can cancel the order." If the order could be canceled, they would just lose 750,000.
If it couldn't be canceled, they'd likely end up in court.