"Xiao Ai, please."
"I'm here."
"Start the timer, get ready."
"The timer has been started for you."
A crisp female voice sounded from Wang Baoqiang's phone.
Grandpa Hua looked at the screen that lit up in his hand, sighed deeply, and then said nothing.
There is a saying often heard in the village: You must pay for your own misdeeds.
Indeed so.
"No, no, I won't..."
Zhang Qiang tugged his hair with both hands, his face twisted in pain, his whole body in resistance.
"Xiao Ai, three-minute countdown, start."
"The three-minute countdown has been started for you."
The crisp ticking sound from the phone, Wang Baoqiang calmly looked at him: "I only have three minutes in a good mood."
Zhang Qiang angrily waved his hand, pointed straight at Wang Baoqiang, and shouted: "You owe me money, and now you want me to kowtow to you, don't you have any shame!"
