Luo Qiao heard this and thought to herself, this brother-in-law really can't keep his hands to himself.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at Lu Yichen: "How much does he want to borrow?"
Lu Yichen scratched his head: "He called and said he wanted to borrow five thousand, but based on what he said about the injuries, I'm afraid five thousand won't be enough. What do you think about adding another two thousand?"
Luo Qiao nodded and said, "Alright, you handle it this afternoon, so your comrade doesn't have to worry."
Lu Yichen reached out and ruffled Luo Qiao's hair: "Thanks, honey."
Luo Qiao placed the washed fruits on a plate: "When people have no other choice, no one likes to borrow money. It's not just about pride. If we can help, we should."
Lu Yichen's face was full of a grateful smile: "That's why my Qiao Bao is so generous."
Luo Qiao handed him an apple: "Stop with the sweet talk."
