After she spoke, Ai Jiang immediately lowered her head, probably because she was embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red up to her ears.
"And here I thought it was something major!" Xia Wan'an claimed without hesitation, pulling out her phone: "How much do you need? Can I send it to you through WeChat?"
Ai Jiang's voice was tiny, like a mosquito's, she murmured two words: "One hundred thousand."
She then quickly glanced at Xia Wan'an: "I know it's a lot, but don't worry, I will pay you back as soon as possible. My dad got admitted to the hospital again, I need the money urgently, but I don't have that much, so I, I…"
Before Ai Jiang could finish her stuttered sentence, her phone dinged twice. Looking down, she saw a transfer record notification from Xia Wan'an.
Ai Jiang instinctively tightened her grip on the phone.
