"Dad, are you rich now?" Lin Lei gripped his father's sleeve, the gold cufflink digging painfully into his palm.
Lin Xiangyu, however, was staring at the retreating backs of the attendants. The wave-pattern tattoos visible under their black suit jackets looked eerily like the marks once worn by the debt collectors of the past.
"I booked a private room at Tianxiang Pavilion for lunch," she finally said, her voice taut as a pulled violin string.
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