What had she promised back then?
She nodded.
She agreed, "Don't worry, I definitely won't ask you for money because of Du Guokun."
Last time, it was a coincidence that he was there, and he offered to handle it himself.
But this time, if she were to ask herself, it would be completely different.
Should she borrow?
Lu Jianshen was her only lifeline now.
For her mother, she had to borrow, she must borrow.
Clenching her teeth, Nan Xi took out her cell phone and called Lu Jianshen.
The call connected quickly: "Xixi."
"Jianshen, it must be late at night over there, sorry, did I disturb your sleep?"
"No, I haven't slept yet."
"Oh, that's good, Jianshen, actually I called you because I wanted to ask you..." to borrow money.
But before Nan Xi could finish speaking, a delicate, soft call suddenly came from the other end: "Jianshen…"
The first time that voice sounded, Nan Xi thought she had misheard.
"Jianshen…" In bed, Fang Qinglian was murmuring with her eyes closed.
