Qin Jian stopped in his tracks, looking at An Hao as she tiptoed into his room. In just a moment, she returned and handed him a roll of money, "This is the money you lent me, and now I'm returning it to you."
Qin Jian looked down at the roll of money in her hand, his brow twitching in silence.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, thanks to the money you lent me, I started a small business with it. Not only did I pay off my debts, but I also made quite a bit of money," An Hao explained.
"I don't need this money for the time being, so you keep it for me," Qin Jian had no intention of taking the money back once he gave it to An Hao, but he knew she would definitely not accept it.
So, he made up an excuse casually.
"This... you should keep it yourself." We're neither kin nor kind, so what does it mean to hold onto someone else's money?
"I'm not good at keeping it safe; I might lose it. Consider it as you doing me a favor," Qin Jian dropped the words and turned to leave.
