These gamblers were all thugs and scoundrels who would stop at nothing to collect a debt.
Before, they had been wary of Ye Heng and hadn't dared to come demanding payment. But now Ye Heng was imprisoned, and no one knew if he would ever get out. More importantly—Ye Mingze was dead!
What else was there for them to worry about? They had raised a ruckus all the way here, making a huge scene specifically to collect this debt!
If they didn't get at least some of their money back now, they feared it would be impossible to collect later!
"If you don't pay up today, Miss Ye, we're not leaving!"
Ye Shixian's mind went completely blank.
'It didn't even matter if the IOU was real or fake anymore. These people were clearly here to cause trouble!'
Ye Shixian was, after all, a young lady from a prominent family who had been pampered for over a decade. While she had witnessed her fair share of schemes within the inner residence, she had never dealt with thugs and ruffians like these.
