"Just leave this aside. Just tell me if you have it or not?"
Zhang Qiaoqiao: "What's with your attitude? It's you who's asking me for money!"
Su Xingwan then softened her approach: "Miss Zhang, can you lend me 500,000?"
Zhang Qiaoqiao listened to her tone, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
She suddenly said awkwardly, "I don't have 500,000 that much."
Su Xingwan: "Then how about 300,000?"
Zhang Qiaoqiao hesitated: "Still don't have."
"200,000?"
"...No."
"100,000."
Zhang Qiaoqiao's face flushed, she said in a very small voice: "...I don't have that either."
Su Xingwan: "..."
"Then how much do you have? Lend me whatever amount you can, even a few thousand."
Zhang Qiaoqiao awkwardly: "I only have a few thousand left in my account now."
Su Xingwan: ???
She looked up at her, surprised: "You're actually poorer than me?"
This Zhang Qiaoqiao, who had been mocking her for being down and bankrupt, actually had less cash than her, and yet she was quite confident earlier.
