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"Huh? Not here to do business, so why rush into the store?" Yan Xiaobao glanced around at the group of people.
The group consisted entirely of young men in their early twenties, each with hostile expressions. They clearly didn't look like customers, more like they came to stir up trouble.
"Looks like they're here to collect a debt. Wife Qingqing, do you owe them money?" Yan Xiaobao said casually, "No worries, I'll pay them back for you."
At that moment, a Scarface stepped out from the crowd and shouted at Yan Xiaobao, "Hey! Who the hell are you?"
"Is something wrong with your ears?" Yan Xiaobao shot him a glance, "I call her Wife Qingqing, so obviously I'm her husband."
"Hey! How dare you say Brother Scar's ears have problems? Believe it or not, I'll rip yours off!" The group of men surrounded him aggressively.
