Li Yan'er covered her forehead, which had been scraped by the impact, and cursed at a man standing in front of her.
"Little sister, are you okay? Did it hurt when you bumped it?" the man asked with a smile, then handed Li Yan'er a pack of tissues.
Li Yan'er was stunned to see the tissues offered by the man, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Thank you!"
As she spoke, she threw the tissues on the ground and turned to leave.
But after just two steps, she stopped again.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Seeing Li Yan'er suddenly stop, the man asked in confusion, "Little sister, is there something else?"
"Well, could you lend me a hundred bucks? I want to buy a new outfit."
"A hundred bucks? No, that won't do!"
The man shook his head and said, "I'm almost out of money myself. How about this—I give you three hundred, what do you think?"
"No... no need, even if you lent me three thousand, I couldn't wear it," Li Yan'er insisted.
"Then how much do you want?"
"A thousand bucks!"
