"Why do you hang out with gangsters?" Old Mrs. Wang was mad again. She was aware that Wang Xiangyang's friends were fair-weather friends, but she didn't expect them to be gangsters.
Ordinary people were scared of gangsters because they were cruel and reckless.
"It's useless to talk about that right now. Will you ask Wang Yiming for the money? They only gave me three days." Wang Xiangyang shouted. Even if he was with his mother, he never bothered to be nice to Old Mrs. Wang.
He was Old Mrs. Wang's biological son, so Old Mrs. Wang had to help him no matter how angry she was.
Anyway, nothing was more important than her son.
Therefore, Old Mrs. Wang had to give in. "Fine, fine, fine, I'll call Wang Yiming right now."
After speaking with Wang Xiangyang, Old Mrs. Wang called Wang Yiming at once.
