In the night, the tears in Qiao An's eyes were more crystalline than pearls.
Li Xiaoran turned around. "What's wrong?"
"Can you lend me money?" Qiao An knew that this request was very difficult for Li Xiaoran, but she knew that only Li Xiaoran could help her now.
Because as long as he asked, Old Master Li and Old Madam Li would not reject him.
Li Xiaoran was stunned for a moment. He looked at her steadily. "Qiao An, you need money?"
Bursts of joy were bubbling up inside him.
When Qiao An had said that he was poor, It was not because she really despised him, but because she wanted to borrow money from him.
Qiao An said, "I need three million. Can you borrow money from Grandpa for me?"
Li Xiaoran did not ask for the reason and nodded generously. "Okay."
The next day, Li Xiaoran sent her a card with three million dollars in savings.
