Inside the Lu family's mansion, Xiaoli lay on the bed biting her lip. It was only the first night, and Niu Hui's WeChat messages kept coming like death knells, as if afraid she might forget.
Money, money, money. Her mind was filled with thoughts of where to find thirty thousand. Yan Ruoxi had promised to give her pocket money, but she hadn't given it yet. She couldn't rush to ask for it, fearing it might arouse Ruoxi's suspicion.
"Xiaoli, my patience is limited. Don't think you can just avoid me. If I don't see the money within three days, I'll come looking for you. Don't be too surprised then!"
Another message from Niu Hui popped up. Xiaoli bit her lip and stared at the phone screen. What in her past life did she owe the Niu family that she had to repay like this in this life?
"Knock, knock."
The knocking sound echoed, but Xiaoli didn't hear it. She continued lying on the bed, staring blankly at her phone.
