Luo Qiao saw her expression and knew something big must have happened: "How much do you need?"
Tiong Qiufeng held back the tears in her eyes: "I'm still short of sixty thousand."
Luo Qiao patted her hand: "Did something happen?"
Only then did Tiong Qiufeng speak: "Earlier, my husband resigned and partnered with someone to start a company. It was doing well at first, but later, because of poor decisions, it lost money.
Normally, even with the loss, we wouldn't be tight for money since I'm working. But my son fell ill, seriously ill. I really had no choice but to thick-skinnedly come to you to borrow money."
Actually, her husband's relatives and friends didn't want to reach out and help after knowing about his business failure, but her son's condition is severe, urgently needing this money to save him.
Her family scraped together some, but it wasn't enough, and she had no choice but to think of Luo Qiao.
Luo Qiao looked at her: "When do you need it?"
