"Vicky, guess who I saw at the entrance just now," Lola said excitedly. "Max! He was sprawled on the ground when suddenly a group of people came chasing after him, yelling about debts."
"They threw all sorts of disgusting things at him: rotten vegetables, stinky eggs, even feces!" she continued, her voice filled with amusement.
"Max was drenched, and he wanted to run but couldn't get away. It was hilarious!"
"I even heard the leader threaten him with a stick, saying that if he didn't pay up next time, they would break his legs," Lola giggled. "It looks like Max won't be staying here for much longer."
I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. This was all his own doing. "Lola, let's talk about it when we get back," I said, eager to change the subject.
As soon as I hung up the phone
