Han Luoli listened and felt that the situation of the person in front of her was indeed not optimistic, so she simply sat down, intending to have a chat with him.
However, before she sat down, Han Luoli grabbed her.
The man naturally took off his suit jacket, folded it, and placed it on the stone bench for the girl to sit on.
"The stone bench is cold."
"Hehe!" Gu Xiaoer smiled sweetly and then turned to look at Ke Weixi: "Mr. Ke, here's five thousand yuan for you. You can return it to me whenever you're able."
She didn't say he didn't have to return it, because she knew some people have their pride and wouldn't easily accept charity.
Clearly, the Mr. Ke Weixi in front of her was someone with such pride.
Han Luoli also sat down with Li Wanzi; there were four spots at the stone table, and each person took one.
By this time, the man had already sized up the young, down-and-out man across from him.
