Zhang Yulan's restless little hand gently kneaded and squeezed as she said with a slight pout, "If it weren't for the fact that giving you money directly hurts your pride and you would never accept it, I'd rather you not bother starting a business at all. I could just give you a few hundred thousand every month, and you could just spend your days eating, drinking, and having fun."
Yang Fan, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, said, "Sister Yulan, please don't. That eight hundred thousand you already gave me is pressure enough."
"Stop it right there, don't you ever bring up that eight hundred thousand again, or else I'll transfer money to you every month just to annoy you!" Zhang Yulan said. "It's not like I'm short on cash. What I gave you, I gave freely. Why feel any pressure?"
"Sister, it's not that simple," Yang Fan said earnestly.
