Song Weiyi's steps halted, and she turned back to look at him deeply. "No need, Sheng Jinsen, you've helped me enough."
Her impression of him had completely changed from the initial image of a playboy.
Sheng Jinsen wasn't a bad person, just a bit rough around the edges and somewhat ruffian-like.
He was a friend worth having, but even with friends, repeatedly asking for help could lead to owing favors.
Song Weiyi wasn't afraid of owing money, but she was afraid of owing favors.
Such things were much harder to repay than money.
"Are you trying to send me away??" Sheng Jinsen's face darkened.
He was displeased, unhappy.
Song Weiyi could certainly see that much.
She sighed softly, "That's not what I meant."
"Cut the crap, that's exactly what you mean," Sheng Jinsen interrupted her irritably.
He was right; they were neither kith nor kin, nor was he her anything.
How could he compare to Pei Yibai?
