Su Qianxun stood in front of Long Sijue's desk and told him about Gu Ling. She forced herself to say, "I know five billion RMB is a lot, and that maybe you can't lend me this much money, but can you at least lend me some money? This money is needed to save a life…"
Long Sijue noticed that her complexion appeared sickly, and he suddenly asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
"I'm fine, I'm just very worried. Can you lend me some money?" Su Qianxun was rather anxious. Was he not willing to lend at least a single cent to her?
"I can pay you back!" The young woman immediately put up her hand as a guarantee.
"There's no rush in this matter. You need to rest first." Long Sijue motioned to her to sit on the couch first.
Su Qianxun was at a loss of words.
She did not know what exactly Long Sijue meant, but the money belonged to him, so she had no choice but to listen to him. Su Qianxun turned around and slowly inched to the couch and sat down.
