In the evening, the trio returned to a house in Alley Thirteen.
This house was the last thing Xia Qiqi had left. No matter how recklessly she and her brother gambled, they never dared to touch it. It was their only valuable asset; if they lost the house, they would be homeless.
When they walked through the door, they found not a single valuable item left inside.
Xia Youcai collapsed onto the sofa. The only reason it remained was because of several large holes that made it worthless to sell.
"Xia Qiqi, it looks like we'll have to sell the house," Xia Youcai said.
"Xia Youcai, if you dare to even think about selling this house, I will fight you to the death," Xia Qiqi shouted angrily.
"You think I want to sell it? The problem is that you owe Wang Kun tens of thousands in loanshark debt. The interest compounds on itself daily. If we don't pay it back soon, selling the house won't be enough to cover it. Aren't you afraid those monsters will tear you apart?"
