Qin Nianwan seemed a bit embarrassed, but Fu Shinian didn't seem to think it was a big deal as he looked at her:
"Just this matter?"
Qin Nianwan nodded: "I could have said it over the phone, but after thinking it over, it seemed better to say it face to face. I could also give you an IOU or something."
Fu Shinian averted his gaze, picking up a slice of tripe and putting it into the clear soup pot:
"How much?"
"50 million."
As soon as Qin Nianwan finished speaking, eight seconds passed, and Fu Shinian took the tripe out and put it in the dipping sauce bowl, replying, "I'll have Song Yi handle it. You can contact him directly afterward."
Qin Nianwan didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and she couldn't help but look at Fu Shinian:
"Aren't you going to ask what I need the money for?"
"You have your reasons, I don't need to know."
Qin Nianwan was silent for a few seconds:
"Thank you, I'll pay you back as soon as I can."
