It wasn't even enough to cover the cost of this bottle of wine in front of her.
She exhaled a breath of alcohol and started to worry.
She sent a group message to her usual close friends on WeChat, asking to borrow money.
[Sisters, I'm in an emergency, can you lend me 100,000 yuan?]
The same message was sent to six people.
Almost none of them replied.
Fu Yin waited for a while, seeing no response on WeChat, she became anxious.
She thought it shouldn't be such a big deal, just a mere 100,000 yuan?
But reality was a slap in the face; only one person replied, and it wasn't a transfer notification.
Geng Linlin:[Fu Yin, I'm not well off recently either, sorry.]
Fu Yin stared at these words on the screen. She obviously knew them, but pieced together, they blurred her vision, making it seem incomprehensible.
Usually, with these socialites, 100,000 yuan was nothing—their casual expenses often reached into the millions.
