"Xiaoya, this is all I could get. My credit card has a limit of 30,000, and a cash withdrawal limit of 15,000. If you need it, I can help you swipe for the remaining 15,000 later."
Xu Xiaoya said in disbelief, "Is Wan Donglin that stingy?"
She didn't answer. This was the first time she had ever withdrawn cash from her credit card. Previously, she hadn't needed to spend much money. She certainly didn't dare try to sell her designer clothes, bags, or jewelry. Besides, such items were like women—their value plummeted once they changed hands, so selling them wouldn't yield much cash anyway.
Xu Xiaoya held the meager sum, her disappointment palpable.
Just then, her phone rang. Her voice suddenly brightened with surprise as she said, "Minghui, where are you? ...You're coming to pick me up? That's great! I'll wait here for you..."
