"Uncle Liu, hello, I am Wen Nuan, Wen Qingyan's daughter..."
"Haha, it's Miss Wen, the Second Young Madam of the Leng Family, how could I not know?" The man responded warmly when she introduced herself, but when she asked to borrow some money, the replies were almost uniform.
"Miss Wen, what you're doing isn't right. As a daughter, you ought to contribute to your family. You should discuss this with your husband, let Young Master Leng help."
Or:
"Our company is very small, we have our own cash flow issues..."
After making a round of calls, Wen Nuan looked at the numbers in her contact list, shaking her head silently.
She felt the coldness of the world, yet she had no intention of blaming others.
Helping is kindness, not helping is duty. Who could she blame?
As she scrolled through her phone contacts, Wen Nuan felt momentarily lost.
