Qin Hai and Lin Qingya looked at each other in dismay. Without asking, they could tell there was an argument unfolding in the room, and by the way Qiu Ye's mother addressed those people, it was clear they were all relatives from their family.
Just then, a middle-aged man around fifty years old casually flicked his cigarette butt onto the pristine white tile floor and twisted it with his foot twice. After coughing twice, he said sternly, "It's good that Qiu Ye is back. Some things are better cleared up sooner rather than later."
After speaking, the middle-aged man's gaze lingered on Qin Hai, as if he was implying something.
Qiu Ye was somewhat baffled and asked, "Mom, what in the world is going on?"
Before Qiu Ye's mother could answer, a woman beside the middle-aged man said, "Qiu Ye, now that you're doing well, can you repay the money you borrowed from us? Your Brother Tian is getting married, and the family is planning to help him build a house—we can't do it without money!"