"Take the check and leave the note behind," An Yiqing, still holding the check in her left hand, did not lower it and patiently repeated what she had just said.
The leader of the thugs shivered, respectfully took the check, nodded his head repeatedly in agreement. Then he put down the note and ran off with his men.
...
"Why are you helping me?" Zhang Yuksheng struggled to his feet, looking at the girl sitting in front of him with a complex expression.
"Because of your integrity, because of your talent," An Yiqing did not hide it, believing that honesty was the best respect for the other person.
"If you pay back the money for me and then expect me to risk my life for you, please go back. I, Zhang Yuksheng, may be in a tough spot, but I won't accept charity without principles."
An Yiqing looked at Zhang Yuksheng with admiration. If he had sold himself today for fifty million, she would have really looked down on him.
