Taking money from Zhao Lan was like cutting off her flesh.
"I told you before that I don't have money, so where would I get it?"
Mu Jingzhe's eyes were a tad cold. "Mom, I'm serious. Little Zhong's condition can't drag on. We've got to get him treated as soon as possible. You can just lend me the money. I'll pay you interest and return it to you after some time. Little Zhong is your grandson too. You also hope that he will speak, right?"
Mu Jingzhe had already relented, but Zhao Lan was still reluctant.
"Even if you just want to borrow money, I still don't have any. Don't listen to what Qihai said. That money was spent long ago."
"Really?" I'll give you another chance.
"There really isn't any money," Zhao Lan said firmly. "Otherwise, as a grandma, I wouldn't be unwilling to get my grandson treated. It can't be helped."
