In the room, Yang Xinling was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

Sun Weijie's disgusting voice kept ringing in his ears like a lingering sound for three days.

Cyndi Yang finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet and vomited.

Until finally, she could only retch and couldn't vomit anything out, so she slowly fell down on the cold bathroom tiles, looked at the little yellow duck stuck in the bathroom, hugged her knees and cried bitterly.

Half an hour later, Yang Xinling stood up from the ground while holding on to the wall, patted the non-existent dust on her body, and walked slowly downstairs.

"What did you say?"

Mother Yang was shocked and felt bad all over.

"Are you crazy? This house was left to us by your father when he was still alive. It's impossible. I firmly don't agree to sell it."

What Mother Yang said was quite decisive.

"Mom, if we don't sell the house, where will we get enough ten million?"

Yang Xinling was extremely tired.

"No, there must be other ways. I would be the first to disagree with buying a house."

Mother Yang shook her head, then left the living room and returned to the bedroom on the second floor without looking back.

Yang Xinling, on the other hand, was sitting blankly on the sofa in the living room with a splitting headache.

She can't think of any way to raise 10 million in just two days.

Even if she is still the president of Zhenpin, this kind of thing sounds a bit like a fantasy, not to mention that she has been kicked out of Zhenpin a long time ago, so the possibility is slim to zero.

Thinking of this, Cyndi Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The two people in the family only think about themselves and don't care about the lives of others.

Mother Yang, hugged the house and refused to let go.

Yang Xinting, disappeared after causing trouble.

All that was left was a bunch of troublesome things for Cyndi Yang, the older sister, to handle.

What kind of evil did she commit in her previous life, and God is going to punish her like this in this life.

Yang Xinling rubbed her eyes and thought in despair.

If it were before, Song Hao might be able to help. However, Song Hao is now unable to protect himself. The relevant evidence has already been provided to the staff. If it doesn't take more than ten years, there may be no way to get out.

Yang Xinling is now desperate, with no way to escape.

This high pressure and decadence lasted until noon, when Cyndi Yang finally left the sofa and knocked on Xinting Yang's door with an unprecedented determination on her face.

"Xinting, I remember you told me that you also know an eldest son of the Zhang family in Nan Province."

Yang Xinling looked at Yang Xinting quietly and said in a deep voice.

"If nothing else, this person should be Zhang Liang who you called for help yesterday morning."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Yang Xinting nodded blankly.

"I received a call from Sun Weijie this morning. He made a request. We sisters can play with him for only five million."

Yang Xinling raised her eyelids, looked at Yang Xinting with a calm expression and said slowly.

"Fuck!"

Yang Xinting jumped three feet high like a fire barrel.

"This old man still has no shame!"

"I refused."

Yang Xinling nodded slightly.

No matter what, they would never go so far as to sell their bodies.

"Just refuse it. I'll give it a try. I'll beat that bastard to death!"

Yang Xinting gritted her teeth and said.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

Yang Xinling shook her head and reached out to pat her sister's shoulder to comfort her.

"He asked us to raise 10 million within two days, otherwise we will have to go to court with our Yang family."

"What?"

Hearing these words, Yang Xinting's eyes turned red instantly.

"How can I get enough for him in two days!"

"I have discussed it with my mother just now. She does not agree to sell the house, so now I can only come to Zhang Liang for help. If he is willing to help for your sake, that would be the best."

Cyndi Yang sighed heavily and shook her head, obviously not having much confidence in this suggestion.

But this is also the last solution she can think of so far.

If Zhang Liang's path fails, it seems that the only way to persuade Yang's mother is to sell the house.

Yang Xinling leaned tiredly against the white wall, quietly looking at the few small stars on the ceiling, and fell into confusion.

When did you start to gradually fall into this kind of swamp that you can't escape from?

Who was behind Sun Weijie?

Is it really Lin Feng?

Or maybe there is someone else.

All of this is like a mystery, constantly surrounding Yang Xinling, like a spider web, making it impossible for people to break free.

Obviously, the only two roads left now are full of difficulties.

It was not easy to convince Yang's mother, a arrogant parent.

But trying to convince Zhang Liang to sell Yang Xinting to save face and lend a helping hand to the Yang family is probably as difficult as going to Qingtian.

hehe!

Two days of dead ends!

Yang Xinling suddenly chuckled, feeling almost out of breath from the series of things that happened, and even some thoughts that she had never had before popped up in her mind from time to time.

What is the purpose of human life?

Is it just to live for others?

I really want to die!

Will we be completely liberated after death?

But when she thought of Sun Weijie's disgusting look today, she felt that she had no enemies to kill yet, and she must not collapse herself first.

"Sister, are you sure? You heard Zhang Liang's attitude yesterday. I don't think he will help us."

Yang Xinting frowned and said disapprovingly.

"As the eldest son of the Zhang family in Nan Province, for us, ten million is the capital flow of the entire company for one year's operation, but for them, ten million is just a few months' pocket money. He

If you're willing to help, there's absolutely no problem."

Yang Xinling saw this point quite clearly. After a pause, she sighed again and continued.

"It is really difficult to deal with my mother's ideological work, especially this house, which was an asset bought when her father was still alive. For her, this is a kind of nostalgia, so she wants to sell the house.

I’m afraid this possibility is very small.”

Yang Xinting naturally knew that her sister was telling the truth, so after much hesitation, she gave Zhang Liang's phone number to her sister.

In this aspect, she believed that her sister was far better at it than she was.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Cyndi Yang came back from the balcony in a good mood.
Chapter completed!