Qin Lan opened her eyes and looked at the bank card in her hand, feeling a complex surge of emotions.
The man, younger than herself, had helped her time and again, and she didn't know how to repay him.
Clutching the bank card tightly, she made up her mind to spend a lifetime, if necessary, to pay back the money.
The next moment, Qin Lan gathered her emotions and carefully and earnestly accepted the bank card!
She wasn't a sentimental person; once she accepted something, she wouldn't push it away.
"By the way, you don't have to return the two hundred thousand from Zhao Jingang," Ye Xuan suddenly said.
"Why?" Qin Lan asked curiously, then seriously added, "We've seriously offended him today. What if he comes looking for you again?"
