"What's wrong?" Although Li Yifei had not heard what was said on the other end of the phone, he knew Su Yiyi must be in trouble; twenty thousand yuan was clearly not enough.
Tears silently fell from Su Yiyi's eyes, and then, as if she had lost all strength, she slumped to the floor. Li Yifei quickly reached out to support her, then helped her sit down on the bed. Su Yiyi was like a walking corpse, unresponsive to Li Yifei's attempts to help her, her tears just kept flowing.
"What exactly is going on? Talk to me, maybe I can help you," Li Yifei said, patting Su Yiyi's shoulder a bit forcefully.
Su Yiyi's body shook slightly, and she turned to look at Li Yifei, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly, starting to sob loudly.
Li Yifei didn't stop her; he wrapped his arms around her, one hand holding her waist and the other gently patting her shoulder.
