After repeatedly hitting a wall with Ye Qiu, Fang Bingwen found himself both anxious and embarrassed. When he realized he couldn't communicate with her in a roundabout way, he simply spoke directly.
"Can you lend me some money?"
"For what?"
"The school's lab equipment is outdated, I want to order it myself," Fang Bingwen said a bit awkwardly.
"How much?"
"Around twenty to thirty million!" After saying it, he dared not look at her.
"That much?" Ye Qiu exclaimed, then frowned tightly, "But I don't have that much on hand at the moment."
"How come? Didn't you inherit..." He couldn't finish his sentence, just staring in disbelief.
Ye Qiu spoke frankly: "You don't trust me?"
"That's not what I mean. Haven't you always been wealthy?"
