"Brother Jian, it's me."
"Nuannuan..." Jian Zhiqing on the other side suddenly smiled, and Qin Xiangnuan thought, even if his face always carried a slight coolness, that smile right now must be as warm as melting early snow, a pity she couldn't see it.
"Brother Jian," she licked her lips, organizing her thoughts.
"Um..." His voice was bright, even with a bit of a deep male tone, making it sound a bit charming.
"Brother Jian, I have ten thousand yuan on hand now, what's your card number? I'll transfer it to you."
Talking about feelings hurts money, but talking about money also hurts feelings.
Qin Xiangnuan owed Jian Zhiqing money, which she always kept in mind. This had been one of her most frequent concerns over the past year. Not paying it back, her heart couldn't settle, always fearing that he might think that money had been written off, that the debt was unpayable.
Only by repaying this money could her heart be at ease and find peace.
