Su Yang leaned on the bed and flipped through a book as he said casually, "Not yet? What's up?"
Qu Xuan's voice was still in a very soft whisper. "Can you lend me some money?"
Su Yang asked casually, "How much?"
Qu Xuan: "4,000 yuan. I'll return it to you next month."
Upon hearing that number, Su Yang stopped flipping the pages.
'4000 yuan?
'How long has it been since I've heard of such a small sum…'
Su Yang did not know when, but his life had started to revolve around 40 million yuan, 400 million yuan, 4 billion yuan, or even 40 billion yuan.
'So, I've actually been disconnected from the public for so long. I'm no longer sensitive to these numbers.
'Sure enough, the life of the rich is so boring…'
As Su Yang sighed in his heart, he agreed to Qu Xuan's request. "Alright, I'll transfer it to you through Alipay."
Qu Xuan's voice finally sounded alive. "President, thank you."
