Song Qinghuan's eyes filled with tears, she bit her lip and said, "Have you had enough? Are you trying to drive me to death before you'll be satisfied?"
Her body trembled slightly as she looked at Lu Meiyan. It was unbearable to be humiliated in front of the person she loved. Her chest ached so much that she could hardly breathe.
Lu Meiyan also stood up, "We're not trying to pressure you, we just need some money to tide us over. If you don't want to give it, you can lend us some. There's no need to make it sound so horrible."
The corners of Song Qinghuan's eyes and the tip of her nose turned red, like a rabbit's.
