Lin Xing hurriedly said, "We can offer more money."
Ling Yufen asked, "First off, I'm quite expensive. How much can you add?"
Lin Xing started to calculate how much silver he had left.
Before leaving, Jing Shiyu had stuffed quite a bit into his carriage.
Lin Xing estimated that after eating and drinking along the way, they should still have over two hundred taels of silver left.
Lin Xing tentatively offered, "Would one hundred taels be enough?"
"Just one hundred?" Ling Yufen nodded and said, "Alright, but I want to make it clear beforehand: I can only accompany you until tomorrow morning. I have early classes tomorrow."
Bai Yiyi, who had been listening to the conversation, couldn't hold back any longer, prompting her to ask impatiently, "Are you in desperate need of money? Isn't the monthly salary from the sect enough?"
