"You must be Mrs. Song's husband. Here's the thing, your wife soiled Miss Ran's five-million-dollar gown at last night's banquet— we're here to collect the money."
The leader's voice softened a bit, but the people behind him showed no good face.
"Wha... what."
Lan Zhongxuan glanced back at Song Lingyu, his eyes full of inquiry, but Song Lingyu was petrified, her whole body trembling, unable to utter a word.
"You have five minutes, if you can't come up with the money." The other party paused, scanning the room before continuing, "We'll take your house, car, and assets as collateral."
"What are you saying, on what grounds can you take my house, car, and assets as collateral?" Lan Zhongxuan was anxious.
"I already said, your wife soiled Miss Ran's gown, and this warrants compensation."
The other party spoke lazily, unfazed by Lan Zhongxuan's anger.
"What kind of gown is so expensive, this is extortion." Finally, Song Lingyu spoke up.
