Yan was patiently listening to Zhu Qianying's account, fixing his gaze on her, he asked, "You think I would promise to be their guarantor?"
Zhu Qianying fell silent, just quietly looking at him, tacitly agreeing to his guess.
Yan ruffled her hair vigorously, laughing as he scolded her, "You're silly. You are my wife. They are so disgusting and twisted. Why should I help them?"
Having said that, he petulantly tweaked her cheek, venting his dissatisfaction.
In fact, from a rational perspective, Zhu Qianying also thought he wouldn't. After all, he had previously refused the Zhu Family's requests several times and directly rejected their loan application.
If he really wanted to promise something, he would certainly have the Tong Family's finance company loan money to Zhu Family. In this case, at least he could make a lot of profit.
Yan, being such a shrewd person, could not possibly overlook this point.
