Huang Jing listened quietly to Zhang Xiaoya's words, remaining silent throughout.
As long as she didn't bring up giving them money or lending them money, she would treat it as listening to her parents' complaints.
Zhang Xiaoya had indeed resolved to make Huang Jing cough up the money, but when it came to actually asking her outright, she really didn't have the face to do it.
She hoped that Huang Jing would offer to do it herself, so she wouldn't lose face, but the problem was that she hadn't anticipated the latter not making a sound at all.
Zhang Xiaoya's hand clutching the phone was pulsing with veins: Don't you have anything to say?
Huang Jing understood what she meant, they were hoping she would volunteer to bring out the money: How you spend your money, who you spend it on, that's your freedom.
Huang Jing said earnestly: Really, you don't have to tell me, I don't have any objections.
