He Qianhui snorted with laughter. Going to the police station to bail someone out—did they really think she was such a big shot?
However, she'd never set foot in a police station before and didn't even know which way the entrance faced.
"You're the smartest," Feng Nuo conceded, "but I'm still a bit worried about Liang Xin. What if that fifty thousand yuan brings her trouble?"
Zhang Hao pulled her into his embrace. "You really do have a soft heart. Why don't you think about how long it would take you to earn that money back? When you were making money, nobody felt sorry for you."
He Qianhui knew that Zhang Hao was being protective of her, so she didn't argue with him.
"Alright, from now on, for any loan over two hundred yuan, I'll ask for your permission," she agreed.
She thought Zhang Hao wouldn't react, but suddenly he grunted, which sounded like an agreement.
