Qiao Weidong immediately thought of An Ning. "An Ning, I'm really sorry, there's something I'd like to ask for your help with!"
An Ning's eyes shifted, and she spoke with loyalty. "Uncle Qiao, you're being too polite. You are Jingchen's teacher; he always said that if it weren't for your guidance back then, he wouldn't have achieved what he did later. Whatever you need, just say it, and we will definitely comply."
"Can you lend me some money? I need it urgently," Qiao Weidong said.
"Sure, of course, no problem," An Ning said. "How much?"
"Ten million."
An Ning frowned. "That much..."
"Sorry, are you with my wife?" Qiao Weidong asked.
"Yes."
"Don't let her know, don't reveal this matter." Qiao Weidong said urgently.
"Oh, okay, I understand."
"So, can you lend it to me?" Qiao Weidong asked.
An Ning replied without hesitation. "I can!"
"Right away?" Qiao Weidong questioned further.
An Ning said, "No problem."
