Little Eight had etched Ning Fan's kindness into his heart. Although Ning Fan didn't mind, Little Eight couldn't treat it as some sort of windfall. He would find a way to repay Ning Fan that sum of money.
"Little Eight, if you really think of me as a friend, then let's just drop this topic. That money isn't even mine. And the owner of that money, you wouldn't be able to find them anyway. Do your best and focus on taking care of your mother."
Ning Fan advised. Even though Little Eight wanted to repay the debt, that money wasn't Ning Fan's to begin with, so there was no need for him to feel such psychological pressure.
To be honest, Ning Fan didn't really lack that money, so there was no need for Little Eight to feel obliged.
What Little Eight thought, Ning Fan couldn't say for sure, but he felt it was enough if Little Eight remembered his gratitude; there was no need to force anything beyond that.
Just then, Zhu Xuetao walked over to Ning Fan. "Can we have a word?"
