Xiao Yihe's hand holding the phone tightened little by little, the veins on the back of his hand bulged. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sentence, "So, Lanlan, you have ten billion, you just don't want to lend it to me?"
He thought for a long time and only came up with this one sentence?
An Lan adjusted her posture, glanced at the call duration, and clicked her tongue impatiently. Xiao Yihe was as verbose as ever. Thinking of her brother and Yaya, she decided to get straight to the point, "Xiao Yihe, I am a businesswoman. If there is no profit, I won't do it."
"I can give you interest," Xiao Yihe hurriedly spoke, anyway, he wasn't planning to repay the money; the interest, whatever, was just an empty promise.
