Zhang Hao remained skeptical of Liang Xin's words, "With your earning ability and speed, how long would it take you to make this fifty thousand yuan."
"Even if you really scrape by on chaff and swallow vegetables, saving up this fifty thousand yuan from the gaps in your teeth, would you even be alive to pay it back by then?'
"I advise you to let your younger brother discuss with his girlfriend's parents about getting married with less than fifty thousand yuan for the betrothal gift."
"Nowadays, there are plenty of girls who don't require a betrothal gift."
Liang Xin quickly gestured with her hands, "No, no, no, don't worry, I can definitely pay back the money I borrowed."
"As long as my brother gets married, I won't be under such great pressure."
Listening to this, Zhang Hao wanted to laugh, "What does your pressure have to do with me? Right now, all I'm thinking about is this fifty thousand yuan, where will you get it from?"
