"Screw you and your nonsense!"
Zhang Qiang's face twisted in rage upon hearing Wang Baoqiang's words, his features contorted, and his blood boiled, rushing to his head.
"If I wanted to scam you, I wouldn't even be from Han Village!"
"Would you dare swear on your ancestors' tablets that you didn't borrow money from me last New Year?"
"Little Daoist, I gave him one hundred fifty thousand in cash back then, this bastard, this beast!"
Zhang Qiang's face muscles trembled madly, his breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling with each breath like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Even the audience in the live stream were momentarily speechless, not knowing whom to support.
"In today's society, does anyone really lend money without a note?"
"Not sure, maybe in some places with a more honest community spirit, a note would damage the villagers' relationships."
