Wang Nan looked hesitant, and Yi Chichi immediately understood—this was something difficult to say.
She didn't press further and just reminded seriously and softly, "Hide the stuff well yourself."
Wang Nan was stunned, looked up at her, "Isn't it a collateral?"
"No need."
Yi Chichi waved her hand; using valuable items as collateral was not something she'd stoop to.
"Just write an IOU."
Wang Nan acknowledged and swiftly wrote the IOU with pen and paper.
The format was very neat, detailing the date of the loan, the lender, and the latest repayment date—all clearly stated.
This showed she genuinely intended to repay.
With no red ink to imprint her hand, Yi Chichi was about to offer some ink, but Wang Nan looked around, saw the charcoal sticks in a ceramic jar, and her eyes lit up. She grabbed a piece of charcoal, blackened her fingers, and pressed a few dark fingerprints onto the IOU.
