With Zhou Ping, you just don't bring up money, much less borrowing it. You wouldn't be able to get a cent from her.
As she was leaving, Zhou Ping's face was still full of disdain, "That man with the surname Lu, he must be over thirty, right? Tell me, how does he even get by? He has nothing, a grown man without a shred of ambition."
Facing Zhou Ping's disdain, Lin Yan raised her eyebrows and shrugged, smiling, "As long as he's good-looking, it's enough. No matter how poor, he hasn't starved to death."
Zhou Ping pointed at Lin Yan's nose tip, "Shameless, is being good-looking useful? Learn from your sister, how to pick a man."
Lin Yan couldn't envy Chu Xiu's perfect life—a husband who could earn, a fully paid house. Zhou Ping always felt it reflected glory on the entire family.
Qiao Yu had long heard Zhou Ping's loud voice, which had a penetrating power.
By the time she arrived, Zhou Ping had already left. Qiao Yu came over with Guoguo.
