"What a joke, how could my son possibly still owe you millions?" the lady shouted at Song Yun with all her might.
"Now you should know why I don't want to deal with these people," Song Yun said with a smile to Li Shishi. "Stop howling over there. Today, your son was unlucky enough to mess with me. So, tell me, are you going to pay up the millions willingly, or do you prefer your company to go bankrupt?"
"Li Shishi, who is this?" The middle-aged man sensed something was off with Song Yun and tentatively asked.
"Oh him? He's Song Yun. Don't tell me you haven't heard of him," Li Shishi said nonchalantly, sitting on the chair and watching the drama unfold below. "Considering what Li Man did today, it was indeed very inappropriate. If I were Song Yun, Li Man's corpse would already be drifting in the ocean by now."
