Zhang Yixin glared fiercely at Lin Bei, but still, unable to suppress her anger, pinched him hard on the waist.
Lin Bei gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply.
"Xiao He, I will figure out a way to pay you back this money as soon as possible,"
Zhang Yixin said as she hung up the call.
Then, she turned to Lin Bei with a face full of rage and said, "Lin Bei, what on earth is going through your head? Xiao He just started working not long ago, and you've already borrowed all her money. How are you going to pay it back?"
"It's just five hundred thousand..."
Lin Bei smirked, but upon seeing Zhang Yixin's icy expression, he wisely shut his mouth and forced a sheepish smile, "I'll go cook."
Watching Lin Bei busy himself in the kitchen, Zhang Yixin showed a hint of helplessness.
Lin Bei had just finished washing some bok choy when he received a WeChat message from Zhou Xiuna.
