Ji Shuqin was completely dumbfounded. This Niu bro is way too... flattering. The way he was bowing and scraping was nothing like the cocky attitude he had before, with his nose up in the sky.
"Ji Shuqin." Ling Dong waved the IOU in front of him.
Ji Shuqin snapped out of it, took the IOU and looked it over carefully. It was his handwriting, his fingerprint too. He nodded, "Yep, that's the one."
"Alright."
Ling Dong immediately tore up the IOU, and then handed two hundred yuan over to Niu bro.
Niu bro quickly waved his hands, "Dong bro, how could I take your money? I can't. Just let this money be for Brother Ji to calm his nerves."
"He borrowed it, so naturally he pays it back." Ling Dong looked impatient, the Liunian Factory has a new perfume launch, he's got loads of stuff to deal with.
"No need, no need."
Niu bro kept waving his hands, not daring to take Dong bro's money. He's not looking to die young.
