"Xiao Feng, it was my fault in the past."
The genius young man Jingzhe clenched his fists. It was so humiliating; apologizing to this nephew, who always ranked at the bottom in academics, was more embarrassing than running naked in the sun.
Nie Xiaofeng never thought much of this young uncle, especially after finding out he wanted to trade his cousin Man Er for future prospects.
He and his mother were like coal—black-hearted.
"What do you want, Uncle?" Nie Xiaofeng exuded an aura that warned strangers to keep away.
Usually, Jingzhe and Nie Xiaofeng had no interactions in the private school, not even greeting each other when they met.
Nie Xiaofeng was tall and imposing, while Jingzhe had the frail image of a scholar. Standing in front of Nie Xiaofeng, Jingzhe felt somewhat crushed.
"I want to borrow fifty taels of silver from you."
Jingzhe bowed his head and spoke with difficulty.
"I can pay you interest!"
"I promise to pay it back within a year!"
