Xu Xianhui, who was eavesdropping from behind, was stunned. 'So the relatives Su Qing found in Beijing are actually high-ranking officials?'
'And Su Qing actually had the gall to openly say she was rich in class! Just how rich must she be to say something so brazenly?'
At the thought of money, Xu Xianhui's heart began to pound uncontrollably. She needed money. She needed a lot of money. If she couldn't pay it back by next month, she really wouldn't be able to get out of this.
'But Su Qing isn't willing to get close to me at all right now. I'm sure that if I just rashly go up and ask to borrow money, she'll definitely refuse.'
'No, that's not right!'
'Su Qing is so rich, maybe she's just loose with her money?'
Lost in thought, Xu Xianhui followed Song Yufang and Zhao Xiaohui toward the cafeteria. By the time she snapped out of it, she was already standing in the main hall.
