Qiao Mu was dejected when she returned to school. She had departed with her heart filled with hope in the morning. She had initially thought that everything would go smoothly. Being in a most unflattering position was not the conclusion she had in mind.
The cell phone started ringing. Qiao Mu's brows furrowed together when she saw the incoming call. She hesitated for a moment before she answered the call.
She really could not afford the money — she did not even have three thousand RMB on her now, let alone three hundred thousand RMB. Qiao Mu wanted to make it clear to Zhou Jieru.
The call had just connected when a hysterical voice screeched into her ear. "You wicked girl, it has been so many days now. Where is the money? Are you messing with me? You're asking me to wait for death if you don't give me money! How is it this difficult for you to give me some money? Isn't this just an easy task for you? Are you deliberately being unfilial to your mother?!"
