"I need money from you. 100 million yuan for building renovation and other uses." Tang Ziyi immediately changed the topic.
Ling Qingyu widened her eyes as she stuttered: "100 million yuan! You think it's a cabbage price?"
Xiao Yue displayed an astonished explanation; Ling Yunxiang was in a stupor mode. Had she ever seen a friend who asked for 100 million yuan impassively?
Heck no, even borrowing one million brought her into deep contemplation, calculating risks, losses, and gains. Unless that particular someone was very close and dear to her, there was no possibility.
Even then 100 million yuan was too much and the one requesting was the most shocking.
Tang Ziyi tilted her head, bored and shrugged. "You and I know, 100 million is nothing, not especially when Athena earned thrice as more each day."
