Wei Xin said angrily, "I don't care why you're here. I'm warning you, this is my home. Please get out immediately, or I'll call the police immediately."
Qiao An scoffed, contempt in her voice. "Call the police? Then do it."
Wei Xin picked up her phone and was about to call 110 when she suddenly remembered that she was not the owner of this house.
She gritted her teeth and hung up again.
She walked up to Qiao An angrily and said angrily, "Qiao An, why are you looking for me? If you have something to say, spit it out and get lost."
Qiao An said, "Rent collection."
Wei Xin was stunned. "Did I hear you right? This is my house, and you're here to collect rent? You're making a fool of yourself."
Qiao An said, "Is it your house?"
Panic flashed across Wei Xin's eyes.
