Xiao Yu really couldn't open her mouth; five million pounds was an astronomical figure for her. Even if Sister Ning lent it to her, when would she ever be able to repay it? But Ah Jiu was about to be sent to the Red Light District; there was no time for her to hesitate.
She couldn't borrow money from Sister Ning. She couldn't help but think of Gong Ting. At that time, he offered fifty million pounds to keep her, and she refused. Now, if she gave up her dignity and asked him to keep her, would he agree?
Xiao Yu felt she was shameless. If she had known this, why pretend to be so aloof in the first place?
Xiao Yu was torn back and forth. Ah Jiu's desperate call came again. Ah Jiu was crying miserably on the phone, even swearing by her deceased parents. Xiao Yu knew that although Ah Jiu was usually carefree, she would never casually mention her parents.
The last time they fought fiercely, Ah Jiu didn't compromise either. She must be really cornered.
