"It's like giving alms to a beggar!" Shen Feichi echoed.
Hearing Shen Feichi say that, Bai Zhi's mood improved slightly.
...
The next day.
Shen Feiwan had just gotten out of bed when she received a call from the butler.
"Miss Shen, there is a Miss Bai Zhi here to see you. Would you like to meet with her?" the butler asked respectfully.
Because it was a presidential suite in a high-end hotel, the hotel provided a dedicated butler.
Shen Feiwan frowned and said bluntly, "No."
Then she hung up the phone.
She knew all too well why Bai Zhi was seeking her out.
She had no obligation to receive her.
Right after she hung up, the butler called again, saying, "Miss Shen, I apologize for disturbing you once more, but Miss Bai Zhi mentioned that she wishes to talk to you about a loan."
Shen Feiwan frowned again.
She hesitated for a moment, "I'll be downstairs in ten minutes."
"Very well, I'll arrange for the second-floor VIP reception room for you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
