"Hahaha, Mr. Ye is a cheerful person. Since Mr. Ye said so, we will definitely help Mr. Ye do this thing beautifully and perfectly. Mr. Ye, don't worry, we will definitely help you with the villa in Jindu Bihai.

Take it back, and make sure that Liang Wanjun doesn't have a penny on her, and she will live on the street as a beggar!" The middle-aged man stood up and patted his chest as he promised.

"Very good." Ye Yiyi nodded slightly: "Then I won't send it away and will wait for your good news."

…

Soon, the middle-aged man stood up to say goodbye and left Ye's house.

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and made several calls.

Not long after, dozens of people rushed over in a hurry, carrying wooden sticks and other things hidden on their bodies, and headed towards the direction of Jindu Bihai.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of a villa in Bihai, Jindu.

The person who opened the door was a woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties. She was dressed very simply and had a look of vicissitudes of life on her face.

Liang Wanjun's face was much older than before. Ever since Ye Mufan and Ye Shaoan were taken away, she had been crying at home all the time, and there was nothing she could do.

If her daughter Ye Wanwan hadn't given her reassurance every once in a while, I'm afraid Liang Wanjun wouldn't be able to support her anymore.

"you……"

Seeing the middle-aged man and others, Liang Wanjun's expression changed slightly.

"Haha, Mrs. Liang Wanjun, you see, we have come all the way here, and our feet and calves are so sore. Why don't you invite us in to sit down and let us brothers have some tea or something?"

The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and laughed.

Hearing this, Liang Wanjun frowned slightly and shook her head: "I'm the only one at home, so it's inconvenient..."

After Liang Wanjun finished speaking, she made a gesture to close the door.

However, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hold the door, not giving Liang Wanjun a chance to close the door.

"What do you want to do!" Seeing this, Liang Wanjun yelled.

"Mrs. Liang Wanjun, look at what you said, what do you want us to do... The money your husband Ye Shaoan owes us has not been repaid until now. This is always a fact. It is only right to pay back debts.

It's obviously you who acted rogue, but why do you act like we're in the wrong? There's no such thing in the world." The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and sneered.

"Nonsense... Shaoting told me before that the money I owe you has been paid off!" Liang Wanjun said.

"Hey... that's what I said. Fortunately, we have the transfer record. Let me show it to you." After saying that, the middle-aged man asked someone to take the transfer record and handed it to Liang Wanjun.

Liang Wanjun glanced at it dubiously. The transfer record was indeed missing the last payment, about more than 10,000 yuan.

"Okay, I'll get it for you!"

Liang Wanjun turned around and entered the house. The middle-aged man and others also followed Liang Wanjun into the villa.

"Tsk tsk, this villa is really nice."

The middle-aged men looked around the villa with a satisfied look on their faces. Soon, the villa will belong to them.

Liang Wanjun, who didn't know what the middle-aged man was thinking, quickly came over holding a handkerchief.

In front of everyone, Liang Wanjun carefully opened the handkerchief.
Chapter completed!