Wen Mian responded with a pale face, "No, there is interest."
"Really? How much interest?" Pei Zhiyao asked.
"Just the market rate will be fine." Wen Mian had never borrowed money from anyone, so she was unfamiliar with this.
Pei Zhiyao let out a cold scoff and casually wrote down a number on the paper, a sum that exactly matched Wen Mian's debt.
Wen Mian's eyes widened as she looked at Pei Zhiyao, who circled the number on the paper, "You want to borrow this amount, based on the market interest rate, and with your monthly salary of 6000."
"You're planning to pay until you die, and still owe me money."
Before Wen Mian could say anything further, Pei Zhiyao pressed the button to call his secretary, "Show the guest out."
Wen Mian stood there in embarrassment, while the secretary had already come in and looked at Wen Mian with difficulty, "Miss Wen, please come with me."
Wen Mian knew that Pei Zhiyao intended to humiliate her and didn't want to stay there any longer.
