She answered, a bit embarrassed, "Y-Yes... that's right. You... you have a great memory, Mr. Yang."
"Just call me Xiao Yang or Yang Qi."
Yang Qi waved a hand and looked at Chen Manjuan, his tone gentle. "Master Bao has already told me about Tutu's situation. Sister Chen, give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer three hundred thousand to you right now."
The moment Chen Manjuan heard this, her eyes reddened. She frantically waved her hands, her voice choked with emotion. "No, no, no, Mr... Xiao Yang, three hundred thousand is too much. A hundred thousand—a hundred thousand is enough. Tutu has health insurance, so some of it can be reimbursed. One hundred thousand will be plenty. For the rest... I... I'll earn it back slowly..."
'Is she afraid she won't be able to pay it back if she borrows too much?'
Yang Qi sighed internally as he looked at this mother, who had managed to retain her dignity and composure even in the face of such hardship.
