At this thought, Yang Yi felt even worse.
There was a trace of blame rising in him towards her. If she was blindly greedy for money, he wouldn't have to struggle with such contradiction and take to drink to drown his sorrows.
"She just called me asking to borrow money for her brother," Yang Yi murmured. "Before Meng Xun's mother passed away, she owed Uncle twenty thousand yuan. Last year, Uncle asked him for the money back, but Meng Xun always avoided him. These past few days, Meng Xun was beaten by people hired by Uncle. She is going home this weekend and I guess her brother may have played up his misery to borrow money from her."
Soft-hearted Meng Xiao cannot bear to see others plead, so she accepted this responsibility.
"How much did she borrow?" Li Yan was curious. How outrageous was the amount that would make Yang Yi bring up an old score about a bracelet?
"One hundred thousand yuan."
