"You're talking nonsense!" the person inside the counter both angry and fearful, shouted, "You don't have the deeds to our family's shop, so how can you just say it's yours?"
The burly man then brandished the paper in his hand and said, "This is an IOU written by your young master himself. If he can't repay the money, the shop will be used as collateral. Get out of here now; we're taking over the shop."
Zhou SiLang, who was standing outside the shop, hung his head low and, with a tug on Manbao's sleeve, was ready to leave. No wonder they looked familiar; it was them.
Manbao also found them familiar, but after all, several years had passed and she barely remembered what they looked like.
Yet, she might not remember their faces, but she knew the deeds they did all too well. She looked up at her Fourth Brother and sighed, "Fourth Uncle, you must not follow in the footsteps of their young master."