Saint Rodu, a certain restaurant.
A blonde white girl was dining with Temir.
The quality of the meals at a Michelin-starred restaurant was naturally extraordinary, but Lisa was eating with a marked lack of interest at the moment.
She forcefully shoved food into her mouth, chewing vigorously while complaining to her best friend.
"He still hasn't returned the 2000 dollars to me. Just now when I was transferring money from the main card to the subcard, I should've directly deducted 2000."
"Why don't you just ask him for it? Just ask directly, with his personality, he definitely won't refuse."
The black-haired wealthy woman understood her best friend's symptoms very well.
She knew Lisa all too well.
Most of the time, the blonde white girl was quite smart, but sometimes, she displayed a peculiarly foolish kindness.
A loan that could clearly be recovered, yet she felt too embarrassed to ask for it directly.
She could even guess what Lisa was thinking.
