Zhong Niangyao was an exception, because since the third uncle had gone missing, all of his property was now in her hands. She could easily produce a million dollars.
"Oh, do you think I look like a fool?" Zhong Niangyao found it amusing, "That's a million dollars, not a hundred. You think you can just talk your way into taking a million from me? Do you think that's possible?"
"Why not?"
Hearing that Zhong Niangyao was about to refuse, Zhong Mengfan almost jumped up, "This one million is nothing difficult for you. It's just a drop in the bucket for you, why won't you help me then?"
"A small amount of money?" Zhong Niangyao scoffed, "If that's the case, then why are you even coming to me to borrow this small amount?"
"I... I..."
For a moment, Zhong Mengfan was so refuted that she did not know what to say, only managing to stammer, "I'm just asking to borrow it, not asking you to give it to me."
