Chapter 14 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

The alley, which was already crowded with people, now gathered into a circle of neighbors and tourists standing and watching the excitement. The two blond guys saw their employer fall to the ground and immediately rolled up their sleeves and approached Han Mo Tuyet.

"That bitch, apologize to the old lady quickly, otherwise your homestay won't be able to do anything anymore today."

A guy reached out to push her shoulder. At that moment, a deafening roar of an engine echoed from the end of the alley. The sound of the exhaust pipe resounded like a wild animal roaring, shaking the eardrums. A large black motorbike flew close to the crowd, then made a "magical" turn and braked across the door of the homestay in an extremely cool way. The muddy water rolled up by the rear wheel accurately shot straight into Luu Que Phuong's face.

“Ah! My cheongsam!” Luu Que Phuong screamed.

The man on the motorbike put his long legs on the ground, took off his black helmet, and conveniently hung it on the handlebars. He wore a faded black T-shirt, the muscular lines on his arms were toned and muscular. His long fingers still held half an unsmoked cigarette. This is Giang Du Bach, the independent designer of the homestay, and also the owner of the car repair shop at the end of this street. He lazily exhaled a mouthful of smoke, his deep peach blossom eyes glancing at the two blond men.

“If you create chaos in a project I designed, your bones are made of solid iron?”

The two blond guys obviously knew him, their aggressive fire suddenly extinguished, they stammered back.

"You... Mr. Bach... we didn't know this was your work..."

“Go away.” Giang Du Bach didn't even lift his eyelids.

Two three-legged, four-legged blond guys escaped from the crowd. Liu Que Phuong saw his henchmen running away and immediately pointed his finger at Giang Du Bach.

"Han Mo Tuyet, you're so good! I told you why you're so bold! Turns out you're colluding with the gangsters here!"

She pointed straight at Giang Du Bach's nose and cursed.

"Who are you! How dare you meddle in our Tham family's affairs!"

Giang Du Bach threw the cigarette butt on the ground to extinguish it, stepped on broken glass and walked in front of Luu Que Phuong. He was a head taller than Luu Que Phuong, the pressure weighed down heavily.

"Old lady, the Qing Dynasty collapsed a long time ago. This is Dali, not your son's tattered airline escort. You stand here and disrupt my project, delaying the construction progress. How will this fine for breach of contract be calculated?"

Luu Que Phuong was scared by his stare and suddenly took half a step back.

"What's the fine! I'm here to collect the debt!"

“What a coincidence, me too.”

Giang Du Bach turned to look at Han Mo Tuyet, the corners of his lips curled up into a smirk.

"Lady Han, this old woman broke two of your custom-designed Roman glass panels, plus half a day's wages from me. Report it to the police, at least make her sit for half a month."

Hearing the words "report to the police", Luu Que Phuong's face really changed. She tried to save face, on the outside strong and on the inside, screaming at Han Mo Tuyet.

"Han Mo Tuyet! If you dare to report to the police today, I will call Bach Chu! Let him see your cruel face!"

“No need to call.”

A hoarse, deep voice suddenly spoke from outside the crowd. The surrounding people automatically spread out into a path. Tham Bach Chu wore it wearing a loose black overcoat, wearing a mask, supported by a young woman, walked in with slow steps. His originally tall, straight figure was now hunched over, the coat he wore was empty, as if a lifeless corpse only needed a gust of wind to collapse. He took off his mask, revealing a face as pale as white paper, with deeply sunken cheeks. The person helping him is none other than Trinh Van Chieu - the person who lost his job because of Han Mo Tuyet.