However, Lin Jiaojiao's gaze made Chen Luo feel a little guilty. She whispered, "His family is poor, and his brother is no good. But... he's a good person, a true gentleman, especially kind."
As she spoke, Chen Luo shyly lowered her head.
Lin Jiaojiao nodded slightly, letting Chen Luo tell her about her love interest.
Although Chen Luo described Ma Pingfeng in a very positive light, Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel that something was strange, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Jiaojiao, his brother owes a lot of money. If I don't help repay it, he'll be beaten to death. But the money I've taken isn't enough..." Chen Luo pleaded with her eyes.
"What?" Lin Jiaojiao was somewhat taken aback.
She had already stolen so much silver. How could it not be enough?
Ordinarily, commoners who owe gambling debts don't owe more than one hundred taels.
After all, the gambling house is not a compassionate temple. When you can't repay what you owe, they won't lend you more money.
