Jing Xiaocha didn't understand what Wen Jin was saying at first, but after seeing the money he handed over, she finally got it.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Wen Jin, waving her right hand in refusal, "Brother Wen, I don't need your money, I have my own."
Wen Jin was refused, his handsome face darkening a bit, "If you can't hand in your manuscript now, they won't pay you for it. Take this money for now, when it's gone, let me know."
Wen Jin's tone carried an undeniable authority, low but firm, and Jing Xiaocha understood that if she didn't take the money, Wen Jin would get angry.
Looking at Wen Jin's outstretched hand, Jing Xiaocha bit her lip and eventually accepted the money from him.
"If anything happens, just give me a call."
Wen Jin added another sentence.
Last night, when he called Wen Ran, he didn't really want to get involved with Jing Xiaocha's affairs, but today he ran into Jing Xiaocha at Haochen's place.
