When Chu Luo saw who it was, she was no longer in a hurry to leave. She stood at the side and watched.
"I don't have money." Chen Xuan's voice was cold, but underneath it was deep disappointment and coldness.
Chen Han quickly walked up to Chen Xuan.
He grabbed Chen Xuan's collar and spat at him fiercely. "You don't have money? Who are you lying to? This herb shop is all yours. You've made a lot of money these past few years. How can you be broke?"
Chen Xuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Chen Han's hand that was grabbing his collar. He didn't let go, but instead pointed at the entire hall and said in a narrating tone, "Because of you, a group of people come here every few days to collect debt. If they don't get it, they'll smash the shop. Didn't you see this shop in disarray when you came in?"
"Chen Han." Chen Xuan suddenly called out his name. With a calm expression, he asked, "Do you know how much they wanted from me today?"
